How many years do I have to cry? How many more to leave you behind? The question on my head; the questions I want to forget. The more I cry, the more pain I feel. The dark walls that surround me are the only things left; I can’t smile. The invisible rain that surrounds me is slowly becoming a storm. The only thing left for me is to wait for the rainbow to show. I know that the ending is close; and this storm that brought darkness will go. The longer it takes, the longer the rainbow will stay. I will patiently wait for the sun; and the happiness that will come along. When the storm is over; I will love myself more. Not everybody can overcome this type storm. Hopefully, I will be stronger than before.
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