(possible trigger warning, if sensitive to subjects of self-harm/suicide proceed with caution)
The rain, it drips down my windows,
Like tears fall down my face.
The thunder
It strikes and echoes,
Just like your words,
loud and harsh.
The lightening stricken in jagged lines, like the wounds placed upon my skin.
The blood seeping from those wounds creating a puddle on the bathroom floor.
With my breathing shallow,
I began to slip.
The voices,
the thunder,
the rain,
the pain,
All merging into one.
