It's been rainy out for the past couple of days. I can sense the sunshine from the window my back is facing.
When I tell you I love the rain... I'm telling you that I feel as if the weather is a mirror. The days are my mind in a glass bottle. Foggy.
When it rains you lose track of time. You're sleepy yet the more you sleep the more tired you are. You can't remember the last time you walked outside... But you don't mind.
I love the rain because for once... Everyone feels the way I do today. Except for me... The rain is in my head.
You get annoyed at me for asking you to repeat your question for a third time. I'm sorry that the thunder locked inside is too loud sometimes and the rain is stuck in my ears.
You tell me I look tired when the fog has filled my eyes like putting a lid over a pot of boiling water, because that's exactly what it is.
I'm boiling with overflowing emotion and raw scathed wounds, not always physical.
When I tell you I'm drowning It's because the weather man got it wrong... Its sunny for you but the rain in my head hasn't stopped for too long... Its filling me up.
Drowning me from the inside out
I mouthed words against his lips
He webbed lies between my hips ~badwolf143
