Rain Rain go away,
I know it’s cliché
But my umbrella shelter has holes in it
And my heart has cracks,
The salt seeps into my skin creating oceans in my veins.

Rain Rain Go Away, 
I know it’s Cliché,
But with each word you spit, rewind, and repeat
Is another nail in the cross,
Your hands tighten around my neck like a noose
And you knocked  the chair.

Rain Rain go away,`
I know its cliché
But every day it rains from champagne eyes,
And cloudy grey skies, 
Hate.

Rain rain go away,
I know its cliché,
But I can’t sleep with my back turned to the door,
Or look at a picture of you without my lungs closing up
Or my chest tightening into a paper ball,
The thought of safety has withered away
Like the rose hanging by thorns slivered in into my heart.
I find myself digging into my thighs for the satisfaction of blood underneath my fingernails;
For the satisfaction of hating myself more than you hate me.

Rain rain go away,
I know its cliché
But the thought of sleeping while you're still awake 
Makes my body itch and crawl,
Like a snake slithering beneath the surface of my skin,
I can hear the whispers about me fluttering through the air,
Like an insect latching onto my head,
Sinking claws and teeth;
Never letting go

Rain rain go away,
I know its cliché
But when I look at old photographs of me,

Happy;
I want to shred it into a million pieces,
like the shattered glass mirror,
Piled in the bedroom corner,
Like all the promises you never keep. 

Rain Rain go away, 
I know its cliche
But each morning I wake up with shaky hands and skipped-beats,
Wondering why I have to feel this way every single day,
I rip strands of hair off of my scalp one by one,
Naming off things you and I hate about me.
You make me feel like dirt
In the crevices of your wrinkles or hands,
Or like a flower that’s been picked,
Tossed,
And stomped on by a child with no remorse.

Rain rain go away,
I know its cliché,
But I can see the hate in your eyes;
Smell the liquor in your breath,
Hear the sounds of sirens coming closer,
Feel my stomach tying bows,
And taste salty tears of desperation and defeat.

Rain rain go away,
I know its cliché
But each night I pray, and I hope, and I beg,
For this hurt to come again another day.