THE SMELL OF RAIN

Some days I smell his perfume,
It makes me think of how he use to be,
taking my freedom from my bare hands,
making me hate me,

I felt paralyzed as he touched,
powerless, stupid and weak,
my soul left my body to suffer,
he said never to speak,

how I wished to die over the years,
he made me think it was right,
every night I have sorrow,pain and tears,
I wish the memories were out of sight,

my mind took over and lost control,
all I could think of was the moment,
I took a lot of pills and alcohol,
I wanted to lose the thought but lost my soul,

it came to me as if it was a sign,
the smell of rain reminded me,
all flowers had to wait for rain to fall,
so I will wait to be happy,

I try to forget,
but it comes back again,
than I try not to break down,
and wait for the rain.