The day was simple
the day was dripping with rain,
I stay calm not knowing that the rain just came
It was a Sunday at the time and wasn't stopping,
I was alone in my room listening to nothing
just the rain that hits the roof of my home.
I think of my life that is falling into pieces and have this feeling
that I was dying , slowly blacking out in my room with just a little image
I see my left arm cut and bleeding not believing what was I thinking,
I did not know I killed my self... now I know his was my silent blood spill...
By Christian Manzanares
Reason: lonely, Dark
