Raining from the inside.

The wind blew,
The trees went wuuushhhh,
Rain kept flicking it from the window.

The window so similiar to my own.
A broken one.
Cannot be closed,
Yet cannot be fully opened.

YOU are the one.
That stopper, that road block, that thing of a creation,
that was put there to prevent it from closing.

But it is also YOU.
Who is opening that window.
Gushing by,
Pushing through.

Sighs.
My heart is breaking.
Like a glass that's being poked from all angles by needles.
Sharp, blunt, long, short, thin and fat needles.
They pierce through it like as though it was meant to be.

People will say what they want to.
People will do what they want to.
People can practically just do anything to you.

But what will you do?

Can you look at things the brighter side?
Would you see the glass half full rather than half empty?
Would you do what's right even if it hurts inside?

Or would you just die from the inside to everything worldly?

To get something you never had,
you have to do something you never did.