Storm of Rain

I was standing in a storm of rain,
Trying to forget about all the pain.
Remembering that awful day,
Which had to take my life away.
It was wet I remember but I had something in my hand,
But it wasn't a good feeling like warm dry sand.
It was sharp and long and very strong,
And I knew I was about to do something very wrong.
I held it high the sharp silver knife,
Knowing it will surely take away my life.
I did it I'm wounded I'm lying on the floor,
With my heart bleeding and it feels very sore.
Too late I'm dead but no one cares oh well,
My whole life it was like I was living in a cell.