Red liquid dropplets rain down on your skin,

Almost as if the sky was crying bloody tears upon your fragile-like figure,

You gulp down every sorrow that falls from the cloudy sky,

Wishing that maybe, if you tried, you could become whole and finally feel what it feels like to cry

Your hazy green eyes depict an elysian fantasy that nobody was able to tame,

Yet, your arms can argue with regret, your expression never strayed away from optimistic,

But the sound your voice made when it was forced to contemplate the meaning of life, held a different tone,

And with that ackward glance amongst the faces of the many unkowns,

You swallowed yourself and held onto your body oh so tight, knowing that with pain and remembrance,

Everything would eventually come out alright.