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By Amberly A. M. Oosthuizen

The rain is pelting down
I stand in it, soaking
Nothing matters anymore

I'd slit myself,
But the blood would wash away
I'd shoot myself,
but the matter would run away

The sun would come out
But not today
and my sopping body starts 
to convulse

I want to scream but - 
My voice has been stripped away...

My fears subside
as they pull me inside
and push me into a hot shower

But I feel like I'm nothing,
Like I'm invisible

© Amberly A. M.Oosthuizen 2014