Hear the Storm

Mon, 07/07/2014 - 14:59 -- KBug41


Tonight as I lay awake in my bed

while the thunder storm is coming in and 

listen to the rain pounding the windows, listen as 

the thunder beats the sky and I watch,

as the lighting lights up my room and the sky with rage 

and then suddenly I realize that the reason why the stars aren't out tonight,

Isn't because my whole life had been a lie.

The rain are the tears I have been shed for you. 

The thunder are the belittling words that you have called me countless times.

 The lighting are the lies that you told me countless times and, 

as I lay in my bed writing this poem and listening to the storm as I try to fall asleep. 

I begin to realize that you NEVER LOVED ME.. 

and I hope this storm speaks to you the way it spoke to me on the starless night because when the storm ends then I have decided to stop crying over you,the lies, the secrets, and the rumors.


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