It’s been raining. She loves the rain. Not because a rainbow follows (what a cliche), but because she knows she isn’t alone. She cries. She cries all the time. But when it rains, she knows someone is crying with her.  She cherishes as many moments as she can, but keeps the sad memories locked up inside. She tells the stories of her life, but can never 100% say the truth. She gives everyone a different part of the story, unable to let everything go at once. She hurts herself. In doing so, she hurts others. But why care about others, when the reason she hurts is because of them? Why feel numb, when you can feel pain? Why sleep, when you can listen to the pouring rain at night? Feeling if anything, slightly less alone.