Thunder clashes and so do we. Fighting
against and for each other at the
exact same time. I didn't want this, didn't think it would be this way.
Struggling just to hold on, just to breathe.
Long night awaiting to darken
Lashed out and lashed, licking the wounds that don't heal.
Cried a river yesterday, ripped through my
flesh again so I could see as
well as feel the pain.
Heavy with tension the room is too crowded
too suffocating. Looked around
for all the people but saw only he and I.
I will survive, I will be ok, I will wake up and breath.
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