Cold Dish

This rain is really depressing So as this "poem" Salty drops of rain opened my wounds. A cold warming is all I have. I was killed in my own dreams, I was found in tears. You no loner have to hide. Dazed and confused I ride along. But I can't just find my self. Don't think that this has to make sense. Don't get mad because I write about it, Be happy because I let it out. Because pain is eaten in a cold dish.