Because I Let MyselfMature

I sit here in the pouring rain,

Trying to put the rhythmic pattern in my head.

Trying to erase the thoughts that once made me so happy,

But now cause me to cry.

Why did my life have to spiral out of control? 

Because I let it.

Why can't you see how shattered I am?

Because I won't let you.

I don't want to show the world how vunerable I really am, 

In fears they will use it against me to bring me to my knees.

The End

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