I was going through something.
I didn't tell you before I left.
I still think you stare at my spiteful words.
I'm crying.
I'm raging.
I'm dying.
Some part of me is motivating me to get back up and fight.
But there is another part telling me to give up.
I'm stuck in between.
I see gray skies coming back again.
You know I'm afraid of thunderstorms.
I don't even have an umbrella.
It's getting colder now.
My hands sweating, heart breaking, legs weakening and my soul shaking.
I'm lost and confused.
I was forced to leave the clouds from you.
Show me a sign that I still have hope.
Show me what I am.
The monster or your savior?
