The Rain That Comes Through The Door (Challenge)

Any simple thing can remind me of my pain,

Like the simple sound of pouring rain.

As I lay in a puddle, and you're a heap on the floor,

Remind me to never again open that door.

I remember that night like it was yesterday

your screams still echo, take me with you if you may.

I know you will never come back,

So take away my dreams and make them all black.

I see the red even if the rain washes it away,

the knife is in your back and it's there to stay.

I feel like I placed it there, I'm heartbroken.

God, please bring him back or I won't awoken

to his scent that drives me insane

or the way he handles me with simple disdain.

Bring him back so I can tell our child,

'Don't make momma's mistakes, they were really mild.'

But I can dream and dream and linger your presence,

or keep with me the simplicity of your essence,

But i would have never learned these lessons.

So thank you God, for killing me,

Now I don't owe you a fee.

People say you are so wise,

but all you do is despise.

So tommorow, I grab a blade,

to forget what you did to him and make it fade.

So I slit my wrist and watch the blood pour,

Along with the rain that comes through the door.