Red rain drops falling

Rain is a beautiful thing, filled with memories and
Emotions, but even beautiful things can hurt or be
Dangerous.

Remembering yesterday, you think of the times when you
Always had purpose, or strength, or an
Iron will to survive whatever was thrown your way,
Never to give in.

Dust is settling on your shoes, and you kick it away, but
Really the dust is on your heart, and you can't shake that
Off, no matter the turbulent relationships
Poking holes in your confidence and
Stealing your memories.

Forgetting the past is easy when
All your memories are of pain, you just make
Little cuts until there are red raindrops falling
Like tears, cover your reflection
In a crimson cloak, like your every
Nightmare where you realise everyone you loved is
Gone.