Rain falls from above,
by Hanna Collins
As if heaven itself were crying,
Mourning a loss so great
It needs to spread it’s grief around.
The reason for this deluge
A person forced to take their life,
Someone pure of heart and soul
That heaven now will never know.
Teased too far, abused enough,
Ready to commit the biggest sin,
Willing to condemn their selves
To an eternity of suffering in hell.