The rain is so cold and my soaked clothes are sticking to my skin, you can't see the rainbow through the smokey grey sky

I cried so hard last night because I feel at fault, and you only embrace it without even knowing

these grey clouds move my black mood into the mud that my shoes are caked with

I cried on the bus, and no one heard, no one saw, the way the rain was dripping onto the window fit perfectly with my tears

The roaring thunder made my heart skip and the gusty winds dried my tears, only to come home and be reminded by the closed sunshine daises that it was dark in the daytime and even darker in my head.

But at least the outside world has dasies.

fuck off.