I believe that I am a damaged girl. A girl who wanted others to be happy but herself.

I am like a hidden book. I was ready to be read, but dusted on the shelf.

I am the rusted pennies who wanted to be held and known as wealth,

And the snow who wanted the warmth of an earth, Though both the sun and earth watched me melt.

I am a lost teddy bear that floats along the coast of the sea,

I was hugged and cared for once but now I swim with the salty debris

I showed the world my mellow moods. But I hid my Killer rains...

...Now do you feel and hear the sound of my tears as they Hit your window Pane?