• Rain falls hard and heavy just like tears. It is not easy to hide when I feel like sitting and crying away the pain. My tears show for the ones that I miss the most. I feel as if I might break from being fragile. The more time away from them the waeker I get. I try not to go insane with everything here so pristine and perfect. I wish that i could escape from this prison like place. It is like one of my nightmares come alive. I feel as if I do not know how to survive.