Imagine..

Being caught in rain, and someone else is holding the umbrella. You saw the streams down my face? Yet you didn’t open it to help, you stood around and let me ruin, the only things I had to keep me warm. I don’t know if I was scared to ask you for it, but hearing “no I’m sorry I can’t”, wasn’t the most fond of thought in mind. You saw that it brought me to a storm -and you chose to keep looking in the window pane.