Rain

The rain will never stop.

That's what I believe in.

No matter how heavy the rain is, I prefer to go on with my journey, even though I would be drenched in the end. That's because sadness isn't going to pass with just so short an amount of time.

Do you know, I have grew to hate the feeling when there's rain.

Because with each downpour, I am jerked to realization.

That the sky is crying, just like my heart is.

With each negative emotions that I feel, the dark clouds gather overhead, and soon, rain will begin. So much so that I have grew to hate the rain.

Because I am taken for granted, the rain will never stop.

Though I have convinced myself to give in to others, there's no way in the end that everything would turn out fine. So many times I have tried to start a conversation, but with each talk, they either end in the fact that no one believes me or that they are too busy to even bother with me. While I speak of the truth, people merely think I'm joking and making up stories.

But I'm not.

With the recent advancement in technology, a majority of people owns handphones by now. Nevertheless to say, I own one as well, but the only use for it is...

For others to contact me when they are in deep trouble or they need consultation on things.

I really doubt the purpose of the invention of the phone now. Frankly speaking, how many a times do we really call others to ask about how they are? We only call others when we need thier help.

So much so, I hate the phone. Which is why I seldom answer it.

Because I do not want to face the problem of only being regarded as trash after they are done with.

Hence, my phone shall just lie and die. There's no reason for me to even pick it up or take a look at it.

There's no messages waiting for me anyway, because no one cares to give a damn about me.

As such, why should I even live this lonely and pathetic life?

I might as well die.