A few word clouds from the storm in my head. In other words, this collection of arranged words came from my pained chest. 

 "I am a sky. I am high on pain. I've got lightning on my worn wrists, and the strikes to prove it. My cries come in thunder. My tears are the raindrops I've learned to let go of. I am a sky, and I've got the pain to prove it." 

"She learned that hiding the pain upon her wrists was easier than keeping it among her eyes." 

"This is a Sound check, sound check and this heart's not working."

"She's choking on a blade she named laughter."

btw, my favorite word will always be inevitable.