Trying to wait for the sun, but I always end up in the rain.
Wondering why it keeps pouring the closer I get.
Trying to run back inside before I end up soaking.
Then suddenly just stop in the middle and looking up from my tears.
Wondering why does this happens to me?
Is my love not worthy of brighter days?
Is this why I never see the sun until it almost gone.
Worrying why am I getting wet.
Instead of trying to figure out ways to stay dry.
I cannot see the end of rain; I can only see where it begins.
I only see the pouring that used to feel like pain.
Pain that no longer hurts, just keeping me numb.
Thinking this is where I belong.
This is my home I have cried.
Unable to stay dry, always stuck in the middle of the storm wondering how to get out.
Secretly wanting to stay in.