Rainy Days
It won't stop raining- how do I make it stop
Cry it out, is what I tell myself. Cry it out because then you'll feel better- is the lie I say.
Iβm not even sure how I manage to let pour sometimes. I cry so much I'm surprised I'm not dehydrated.
I've learned how to quietly cry myself to sleep- not that anyone is listening anyway.
They say the ones with the prettiest smiles are the saddest ones- the ones who gives the best advice and comfort. -Maybe because they are in constant pain and are suffering the most.
The purest of souls are the saddest souls that go through life fixing everyone else- but no one checks in on the saddest souls.
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Jen Phillips
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