The Rain

A tear slids down the window.
But it isn't mine.
There is another and another.
Thousands of tears fall on the window, the grass, the houses and schools
I know who's tears they are- they are the sky's.
It's sad no one cares for you or me;
Or how we go cutting ourselves since we
Feel like no one cares.
Or how we've been left all alone to care for our brothers and sisters,
Or how we get pregnant at 15.
The sky cries like me, waiting till she can't hold it in no more and everything just comes out.
But I love the rain, it reminds me that the sky cries too
For all the reasons in the world; the sky cries just like people do.