I cry in the rain,

So my tears are not seen.

The endless pain,

With a blood-soaked gleam.


Pain in disguise,

Is the worst kind.

For it enters your heart,

And kills you from inside.


It hurts to continue,

Every step uncertain.

But it'll end soon,

When I find peace again.



AN: This is an old poem I found from a year ago. Thought it was actually pretty good, so why not?