• I wake up, thinking today will be a great day, but go to bed, thinking what a terrible day. Why do they call this the present if all it is is pain. Who can you talk to when the only one who will listen is the one who hurt you so painfully? Why can't we get through one day without the fear of being left alone again. Why does the rain splash on my face, when I already have droplets streaming from my eyes. Why does the rain cause floods? The rain from my face causing floods of unhappiness and depression through my body. The pain of having to wake up the next day, only for more fear and pain to come. How do we withstand all of this? Able to get up and be happy the next day. The thing you dont know is that we hide our pain. If we would show our pain, we'd only get more and more of the same thing, hurting us in the first place.