suicidal like a rain drop

Rain drop, rain drop, drip, drop, drip Roll to that stain paned window’s lip Whose splintered wooden sill will sip What rain drop, rain dropyou dodrip Rain drop, rain drop, what’s your lot? If in that window sill you’re caught And cannot spill beyond that spot To lips of love which will not rot Oh rain drop, rain drop drip for me Behind that glass I’m trapped from thee Doomed within this room to see My cold unfolding tragedy Oh rain drop, rain drop drip beyond Slip past those latch and locks upon That frigid glass that sill holds on That one we jump from to that lawn………. footnote#2: switched the the "the"s to "thats" and i jump to we jump footnote: im not suicidal. i was and have been. but i write of my pain when i am happy and content and of my contentedness and happiness when i am pained.... yin and yang i must always counterbalance myself....... rain drops are suicidal if you think about the ones rolling down window panes ontot the lawns below.....they leap pass my lips and the windows lips for lips of love that are sharp as razor