When the Wind Cries

I hate it when the wind howl's,
It brings me back to a time,
When the darkness could consume your very soul.
That very same darkness had brightness about that doesn't let anyone hide from all that you fear.

When those wind’s howls,
It brings me back to a time,
When those screams blended into the wind.
The sound of pot's clashing onto the floor,
And the slap to her face is masked,
By the storm that is happening outside.

A time,
When the neighbor's doesn’t look twice,
At the home that has fallen apart.
Trying to ignore both storms that are brewing.
Those same neighbor's pass you on the street,
And you can only see a sign of pity in their eyes,
Or is it was the darkness resides after the storm?

A time,
When your closest friend,
Is the janitor of your current school.
A person that gives you a smile everyday ask how you are,
The only person in the school to every notice the cut’s on your arms,
Or the black eye you tried to hide with make-up

When the coldness of your peers,
Pushes you to cry during school hours at least twice a week.
Those times that you think never happened to me,
Because of the smile always on my face
But deep down I’m broken just from those memories.
I hate it when the wind howls it brings me back to that time...