Sometimes,
When things don't work out well,
You cry.
Because things fail.
But don't cry.

Things will get better.
The rain will stop.
But mine did not.
It kept raining.
For days.
Months.

Why aren't you here for me?
I've always loved you.
Always there for you.
I don't know if I did anything for you,
But I really need you now.
Really.
My life is dead.
I am losing friends, one by one.
And YOU.
You're always with me.
I see you.
But I don't feel you.

Hope things get better and the sun comes out...