The Rain Drips from Her Fingertips
Stop the pain at the source-Stop the Violence
She never learned to walk to walk from his world.
As the rain pounds down upon the earth
It assists to complete the sadness within her
Her tears hit the floor and she stops to think-
Perhaps this world has already gotten the best out of me?
I am afraid when the clouds dissipate
There will be nothing, worth wanting to love-
Or no one left to hate.
As the rain touches her skin
She begins to tense up from within
I wish I could cry but I am so tired I can’t even try
And I wish I was home again
As the rain drips from her finger tips
She is stripped down to who she is
I am so cold and I am sure I am lost,
If this is my payment then what was the cost?
As the rain mixes with her tears,
She is terrified of all she fears.
She looks to the heavens and sees a shooting star,
And prays she can figure out where she should start.
As she stands knee deep in the rain,
She sees a rainbow fade to gray.
Her smile slowly goes away.
That is where I think I should be
But Ill never get there because I can not walk in order to leave.
Get out of the rain-you stupid girl
What is wrong with you, he says to her
Her eyes fill back up with tears
As she feels the words that never seem to have time to heal.
Breathe in deep-breath in once more
This is the life this is the world
Everything you ask for-nothing you want
Whatever happened when it happened to her?
Nothing ever happened to the stupid girl
She never learned to walk to walk from his world
He speaks words that cut and hurt,
And all his words stab to torments her.
When he is threw, with what he can do,
He turns to her and says,
What a waste you turned out to be-
All the years I wasted trying to make you good enough for me.
Why have you become this way?
You no longer can think to know what to say?
Your colors have faded to black-
When I look at you-I see nothing that is worth the fight to have,
You’re nothing but a stupid girl-
A waste of space in this world.
No one said life would be fair-
No one said you would have the chance to be right-
You say my name-you said it twice,
But when you spoke to me,
I was no longer bright.
It doesn’t matter-I give up-
The world is too tough and my hopes aren’t enough.
This is my payment-this is my cost,
Even if I figured it out-I think I have already lost.
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