The patter of the rain on my window

My miserable mood

Both match

As my thoughts and plans on suicide

come

I can run outside and get hit

I can do things

Rain

How beautiful and depressing

Yet so cold and miserable

Rain that matches and mixes with my

tears

that are invisible to people; like me

Rain

So pretty

So depressing

Yet relaxing

To match my mood

To let me wander off into my world

Rain

The rain

is me

are my tears being shed for me

So maybe in the rain I can commit

suicide once and for all...
 
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