Rain, rain, go away,
Because of wewe the pain will stay.
Slit my throat, cut out my heart,
Leave me here, tear it apart.

Poison tears stream down my face,
My moyo beats at a steady pace
As I try to stand again;
Alone and standing in the rain.

I don’t need wewe anymore…
Is what I think while tears pour.
I hate wewe like I hate my life;
But upendo is what cuts like a knife.

upendo is death and death is you;
Its pain stains like a black tattoo.
Those memories come back again
And bind me in the ropes of pain.

Crimson blood streams down my head
Like a long, silk ribbon, tied kwa a thread,
To a platinum bullet, a hole in my skull…

...Now just a memory that’s faded and dull.

The cold icy blade,
running across my skin,
Sending chills down my spine.
Crimson blood running down my wrist,
Dripping down drop kwa drop to the sink below me.
I feel calm, and in control.
The devil inside me has taken my soul.
The blade doing it's job one time, two times, three and more.
My vision goes blurry, the room goes dark, my moyo pounds faster.
I wake up the inayofuata siku groggy, confused.
People pounding on the bathroom door.
My brain pounding in my head.
I put on my best face,
Because they can't know,
They won't know.
I'll find an excuse, for everything.
And their world will be fine.
No matter if mine is a living hell.
they'll never know. Until it's to late.