Yes I remember,
I remember what it is like to feel,
to cry,
to lose myself in the sound of the rain,
I remember the feeling of the tears,
mixing with the raindrops,
and how the thunder muffled my screams,
and how hard it poured,
how much I wanted so badly to just have the rain wash me away,
yes I remember all of that…
I remember how it all began,
and how far it went,
and how dark it got,
and how many people I pushed away,
I also remember how many people left,
or said I just wanted attention,
but that wasn’t it.
I remember it like a knife,
cutting through my wrist,
like it once did,
but that is the thing,
I remember it,
I don’t feel it now,
I don’t want the rain to melt me,
Instead I dance in it,
and smile as the water rushes down my cheeks,
because the rain means a renewal,
and new day,
and growth.
I have moved on,
I have moved forward,
and yeah sometimes the dark clouds come back,
but I can know that the sun is hiding right behind it,
and that the glow of the moon is enough to show me through the night.
Because I am more than my depression every way,
and more than it ever will be,
because I am me,
and that is pretty damn great if you ask me.
