Pain.

It's been raining in my head

Since last night.

I was still standing

There, when you had left me

Naked, Wet, cold,

Wounded, numb, bitter

And

Unloved

The rain,

It's not the mark of my weakness.

'Cause I have already

Emerged out stronger.

I have already emerged out

From the debris of

My ruined palace.

But the numbness,

What should I do with that?

Because now

It's the numbness that kills me,

And it's the pain that makes me feel alive.