Storm.

It seems like yesterday, when everything seemed to be in place. A time when we were happy, complete. Days filled with sunshine and green grass. We always had a smile on our face. Then the storm clouds starting rolling in. Slowly the skies started to get pitch black. The clouds went from a peaceful white to a ominous black. The atmosphere went from a sign of serendipity to confusion. The air didn't hit our faces gently anymore, but began to blow in our face. Soon after, the storm payed us a visit. It destroyed everything, wiping out all our feelings of home. The rain and wind completely washed away everything we held dear to us. The lighting set fire to our life, burning with a flame of depression. The thunder seemed to roar louder than our own voices, leaving us completely in doubt. The storm destroyed everything, leaving us with nothing. We became lost, trying to find once we thought was our home. We now live a home filled with nothing but anger and misery. Wearing our fake smiles, trying to hide the pain. Memories of a time of happiness constantly haunts us. Scars hidden so deep, no obvious wounds. Just our memories, that tears away at our sanity. We just wait, for this storm to finally pass.