my heart is in sync with the pouring rain outside or maybe it’s not, and I’m just being selfish selfish for hoping that my heart isn’t alone and that somewhere, out there a soul weeps along with my heart it’s a selfish thought and impossible for so long, my heart has been ignored by my family fr̶i̶e̶n̶d̶s̶ classmates myself but what if nature is different what if, the clouds have been screaming the screams i’ve choked down all these years what if the howling wind in the middle of the night was having the same restless nightmare as i was if that’s true, then I am not alone. maybe I’ve been mistaken all along
I honestly don't know what type of writing this is, if you recognize it, can you tell me? Thank you!
