make it rain

In a moments decision you decide to let it rain
Take away anything that has ever caused you pain
Needing something real, to make you feel alive
Scarlet tear memories, a long remembered stain

Lines overlapping in an attempt to survive
A long lost friend, it’s time to revive
It’s not your time, not your goodbye
Without a clear tear you will try to strive

A scream and a silent cry
You know you have a friend on standby
You try to stay safe and hide,
But you choose a steal blade in which to rely

A blade, sharp, cold mental, in which you confide
A slew of unapproved lines to your inside
A regret as the blood pools around your wrist
How you’re gone, lost, as if you died.