A short poem written by me, please don't copy. its a song, idk who its by
They don't know, The feeling of rain in your bones, When you say it helped, but it never did, When those around you assume you don't understand the flaws. They tell you what happened happens to everyone, That it's normal, You're just overreacting, But is it real when the rain in your bones turns to blood on the outside? The water from your own eyes, It stains those who thought they didn't care, You hide the scars on both the inside and outside, And bottle the rain in your bones, Until it feels like nothing helps, They might not truly understand, But soon, the sun might touch your bones, And soon will come a rainbow, With some flaws.
