My tears are the rain drops that fall to the ground.
My pain is the lightning that strikes without warning.
My starvation is the drought of a thousand deserts.
My memories are a tornado tearing me apart.
My cuts are a tsunami leaving only destruction in their wake.
My anger is the hail of a winter storm, slowly freezing my heart.
My loneliness is the snow of the long winter months, lingering for far too long.
My life is a storm, never peaceful, always destructive.