When It Rains

When it rains, so does your heart.
The frantic feeling, so loud, so cold.
Your eyes damp with tears,
tears like rain.
You call for help,
no one can hear you.
No one hears you through the droplets of water crashing to the ground.
That is how you fall, just like rain droplets,
just like your tears.
You know there is nothing there to save,
yet you hope.
You hope, for a new start, or a clean end.
Yet your heart wants something else.
Something that can never come back...
Listen to that little voice,
the voice that calls for you,
for you to be happy,
for you to be there,
there forever.
The little voice,
is me.