comfort from the rain...

laying in darkness, comfort in the rain,

i lay alone, but ur voice is still there.

I scream louder n louder, hoping ur vioce leaves, cause i no u really dont care.

No, i love u. No, im proud of u.

just lashes of hate in my dieing fate.

I cry some more, screams n trears, but u tell me to shut up, but i choke from fear.

Friends think im wierd.

tachers think im crazy.

and as u sit there n beat me, telling me to shut up, i notice the world going hazy.

Each lash, each thrust, brings strength.

i must not cry, i must not die.

but my soul aches, n my heart crys of blood.

mud is worth more then me in ur black heart filled with black blood.

my body goes numb, n my skin cold as death.

But i must not cry, i must not die.

Eyes lose life, your voice grows faint.

And i still lie, comfort from the rain... 

( this is dedecated to a friend i had in 4th grade. She would get beat by her father, n her mother really did nothing because of fear....i pass her house everyday still, but never hear from her. She would come outside everyday to say hi..but now the house looks so empty even thow i no its filled....i guess im dedicating this to her cause i wish i was a better friend n helped her..but i was to young...forgive me...)