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It's Raining Outside - A Poem
Going back to this empty space again
Never noticed how silent the world around before
While screams of pain
Still banging inside my head
Oh, how unrealistic emotion could be?
It won’t separate experiences into category
Mixing everything inside one bowl only
Blending with unnecessary
Exposing defect of awareness
I can feel the tips of withdrawal tickling my senses
Trying to blindfold my logic
Exile me into nothingness
Trying hard to be numb and paralyze
Afraid of coming day
Can we turning back
To the time when I still have that part of my heart
And stop there for while?
Or forever if it may?
I heard depression turned into rain outside
Curling on my bed; I cried