Raindrops
Raindrops
The raindrops trickle like my tears down the window screen,
Another lonely hurtful day – many of which I’ve seen.
He darkens my days and my nights,
With spiteful words trying to start fights.
He pulls me apart and strips me bare,
Of happiness and confidence without a care.
His harmful words hurt me deep down inside,
Like a wound seeping I have to try and hide.
He makes what should be a happy loving home,
A place where I feel so very alone.