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It's raining again...people say the weather affects your mood...I think my mood is affecting the weather. My heart is broken and lifeless. I seem to trudge through my days like a zombie, I don't remember where I just have been or where I am going.

I'm lost and cant be found...

The rain follows me like a cartoon, its black and cold like the empty space in my chest where this red vibrant warm beating heart used to be.

It was ripped out and I want it back...

The angels are supposed to watch out for us, to guide us and make us happy...my angels are shivering from the rain and are sad, sick, and crying. The golden glow of their halos have been dimmed into a cheap fake gold circle above their heads. Their wings are no longer the brilliant white soft feathers that extend wide, they are now gray and matted together hanging by their sides.

There is no hope of a happy ending when the angels that are sent to protect us lose their beauty and weep and shiver.