I open my mouth,
The words are held to my throat like a blood-soaked dagger,
Will someone even notice?
I shout louder against the sound of the rain,
Pitter-patter, pitter-patter,
It makes my head spin.

Rain-soaked hair,
Even the noise of the city seems so soft,
Compared to all of my frustrations,
So I stand in the rain, to melt it all off.

I put all my worries into the falling droplets,
So that...