Why

Thunder booms, lighting strikes. Rain thunders up above us. How I want to go out. Scream in rage for the ones that don't care. Get wet from the rain to wash my whole life away. Challenge the Mother who we live on, and just scream why. Why make me weak. Why I feel this pain. Why do I have this life, if you're going to take it away someday. Why make me have the hollow feeling inside. Why me? Why me? Why do I see the things I see. The shadows that hunt me. The whispers and screams that drive me insane. Why me at this age I know to much. So I just stand there staring up and screaming at the rain. In rage for all the pain. Angered at the Mother for making me see and hear such dark things.