When it rains....

Sometimes, you are at a loss for words. So lemme borrow some....

"Midnight strikes, where is my prince?

Lost my comfort, more time to think

Broken and bruised, tell me what I am

Feel so unused, help me find your hand

I guess the sun still waits here

Got to hold it up for him

Carry me home

Bear my weight on your shoulders

Carry me home

Nothing else matters

Carry me home

Bear my weight on your shoulders

Carry me home

And don't let me go

Say, said I don't ever say things so you can heal

Yet I waited, all for your seas to fill

And now this bottle seems too hard the place down and leave

To help

And now I feel like I've become your pain

You darlin' won't be safe with me

Oh, I guess the sun still waits here, here

Got to hold it up for him

Carry me home

Bear my weight on your shoulders (no, oh I)

Carry me home

Nothing else matters

Carry me home

Bear my weight on your shoulders

Carry me home

And don't let me go

I guess I'm still here waiting

Darlin', I'm sorry, I tried

I gotta hold it up for him"

---- "Carry me home", Jorja Smith

I hate it when it rains. There is a certain sadness that seeps through my veins each time. So I take a walk, as long and as far as I can to drown my sadness. The tears set in, it's not so bad though.... the rain helps wash it away. There is a certain comfort in knowing this... that's it's alright to cry and try again.

I have lost pieces of myself for some time. I miss myself. I missed my life back then. It was busy. At times it was weary and lonely. But it didn't bother me that much because I kept myself busy. You can only do so much, until you find yourself facing your pain. There is no running away.

Today, I realized that the pain was necessary so that I would know that I was hurting so bad.... so I know I had to take care of myself.... to rest... to heal... to get back on my feet again. I hate it. I miss myself so much it still hurts.