what does this all mean
i dont know but it seems
that you choose to disregard
and leave my soul in broken shards

like the steady echo
of the rain on the sill
trying to bar the need
to open the pills

these raindrops
do they cry for me?

do they hinder or help
do the cinders remain
from this endless darkness
the endless pain

no warmth from inside
feeling deserted
abandoned, alienated
alone

these raindrops
do they cry for me?

do they ask a silly question
one with no answer
this emptiness
is like a cancer

i want to feel some desire
a sort of real fire
a burning within
am i guilty of sin

is that why i am treated this way
being punished every day
or am i just not worth while
do i add that much more to your pile

do i actually exist
or am i just invisible
if i purport to be happy
will it be believable

if i pretend
will the raindrops still cry for me?

if no steps are taken
will they still be mistaken
or will i just disappear
like the raindrops do
on any sunny day of the year
 
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