The way the rain
hits the window,
looks just like the marks
on her arms.
An abundance of small, thin, scattered lines
going every which way.

Try to see the way she sees.
Try to picture the world in greyscale.
Try living in a world where nothing makes you smile.
Try living in a place where there is no warmth, no light.
just cold looks and painful memories.

The way the rain falls,
resembles the tears which fall from her eyes.
The clouds smother the sun,
much like the pillow to her face.
The wind blows strong and harshly,
as do her silent screams, go unheard.

A lonely road
is where she hides.
Seeking solace in the deep dark ditches,
hoping that perhaps one day,
someone will come,
someone will see her and help her.
Hope is all she has.

The way the rain
strikes the window,
look just like the marks
on her arms.
An abundance of small, thin, scattered lines
going every which way.

Roads of pain and roads of confusion.
She's stuck between them,with no where to go,
but to follow the lines
back and forth, back and forth.

But this boy,
whose smile and kindness make her melt,
this boy whom evokes,
a strange feeling that has been gone for so long.
This boy,
perhaps he can help her.
Perhaps with him she can start over,

Maybe now she can move away form this empty road,
and relieve herself from the pain.
Maybe now she can find her way around these lines,
to the place she has always dreamed of reaching again.
Perhaps it is possible to move on...

Morgan.E.Doowrah
©2008
[good luck ...<3]