Im not okay. I cry but the sound is muffled from the thunder outside. The blood spills like the heavy rain that’s gone for days. The dark night sky is empty besides the thunder and rain and so am I. I’m empty and dark compared to the stars, that don’t spark, it’s like we’ve both lost our light. I’m losing blood. I’m losing my color soon I’ll be in the clouds that cry and the thunder that strikes the floor. Almost like the blade that goes on my skin and creates the rain. How I love thunderstorms. They act just like me. And soon? I will be a thunderstorm. you just won’t know it’s me. But maybe.. just maybe you’ll think of me.