It’s thunder season,
The hot days end with rain pouring,
Couldn’t be more accurate,
as you will be gone in the morning.
People always say:
aren’t you afraid of the thunder?
Not the weather my friend,
it’s my brain going under.
Like the headache that pops up,
whenever there is lightning ahead,
I can predict my emotions,
I know that I am gonna be bad.
I am going to be a sad woman,
curled up in her little room,
not knowing what to do with these emotions,
getting overwhelmed by doom.
I am uncomfortably unable,
to deal with the thunder within me,
I know it is coming,
yet I don’t know how to deal.
Knowing is the first step to getting better,
Pretty words that mean nothing to me now,
Cause I am close to the end of the line,
about to jump and drown.