Medicine.

This poem is about a person watching the rain to end his sadness.

All the drips..

All the drops...

All the pain...

Never goes away..

Try to mix it within the rain.

Windows open, feeling sudden cold.

Memories don't last, I suppose.

Wishing to be with love and warmth.

But instead I am here alone.

All the clouds in the sky...

Are gray as my eyes.

My face seems to not want to dry.

As it is wet from all the tears I have cried.

Sudden feeling of stress...

Can't somebody tell me why I'm always depressed?

The water fails to calm my cuts.

Now all I see and feel is my red blood.

Cutting is never fun.

For every heart break.

For all the misery I take.

Nature is not wicked...

For all the lives it has taken.

It calms me down like medicine.

Rain calms be down like medicine. 

I don't want no pills.

I won't take them.

If you have more bills...

I won't pay them.

I look at the rain...

Its my medicine. 

It helps my day...

It releases my pain.