Medicine.

All the drips..

All the drops...

All the pain...

Never goes away..

Try to mix it within the rain.

Windows open, feeling sudden cold.

Memories don't last, I suppose.

Wishing to be with love and warmth.

But instead I am here alone.

All the clouds in the sky...

Are gray as my eyes.

My face seems to not want to dry.

As it is wet from all the tears I have cried.

Sudden feeling of stress...

Can't somebody tell me why I'm always depressed?

The water fails to calm my cuts.

Now all I see and feel is my red blood.

Cutting is never fun.

For every heart break.

For all the misery I take.

Nature is not wicked...

For all the lives it has taken.

It calms me down like medicine.

Rain calms be down like medicine.

I don't want no pills.

I won't take them.

If you have more bills...

I won't pay them.

I look at the rain...

Its my medicine. 

It helps my day...

It releases my pain.