Raindrops tumbling down my gutter

Tears stream down my cheek but,

I do not utter a sound.

Why cry when everyone is asleep? 

So I can let out all the pain and,

hopefully the man upstairs is listening to me.

Please stop these thoughts from lingering.

The repeating images of the things that never seem 

to haunt me when the sun is beaming. 

Only when I'm dreaming, 

do these sad and nasty things appear. 

I just want to clear my conscience.

Lightining is striking and, 

I'm trying my hardest to be in control.

Brain stay out of that dark hole you call the past.

Breathing every breathe as if it were my last. 

Grasping onto reality but, 

my past has me seeing the present differently.

Thought if I pretend it never happened it'll go away.

Overcompensating my love to mask the pain. 

Most people don't understand where i'm coming from and,

it's too hard to explain.