Sometimes the rain hurts

Here in the early morning light I saw it
the memorial candles still lit.
A mother buried her child and a piece of herself
and got nothing in return but a picture on a shelf.
Blood doesn't wash off the mind, I've tried
sometimes the fear is best kept inside
but nobody cares about the chalk outline
or the fact everyone claims to be fine
but really never seeing the track marks
or the drug deals going down in the back parks.
It's truly a shame, the world our kids have received
but I think it's worse than can be perceived.
Yes, when you have a thousand cuts,
even the rain hurts.