Me, crying

I'm crying for the rain outside of my window
And my window is my skin, and the rain is the pain I cause when I touch something. Anything.

I'm just crying for the way my life is running to
I don't want to go that way, I just don't.

I used to think that I wasn't going the right way, but now I see I didn't had to turn around to make it right. Things could have been some other way, I'm sure. I didn't have to do it like that.

But I did.
And I guess time and life got together to make me realise that now it's too late and too difficult to catch the road I was walking before...

Before. Before I didn't cry that much.
I'm sorry. I'm crying. I'm sad. I .... ...