The rain feels like acid,
Slithering down my arm;
Tapping at my veins.
And yet, the sun shines,
As if mocking me;
Fuelling the pain.
Everyone is looking,
But I can’t seem to stop,
As the floodgates are broken.
Eyes shut tight;
It’s difficult to stop.
I’m screaming out your name.
Just a typical Spring mourning.
