Alright. This is not meant to be a merome request. My mom has been playing this song non-stop and I've been in a terrible mood. As with most authors, my mood does affect my writing and therefore, I'm gonna kill all your feels.  TRIGGER WARNING of suicide, if your easily triggered, DON'T READ! Song lyrics are in bold.

The storm is coming but I don't mind.

Today had been a terrible day. He just, needed a warm bath. Some hot water to burn away the stress.

People are dying, I close my blinds.

Jerome stared at the cold white ceiling, slowly leaning backwards until the image was blurred by the water that filled the tub. And he began breathing.

All that I know is I'm breathing now.

"Jerome!" A voice he knew all too well yelled through his house. But he just kept breathing. Breathing in the water, making his lungs burn.

I want to change the world. Instead I sleep.

Jerome closed his eyes, the image of the cold white ceiling now just black. He heard Mitch calling his name, telling him not to go to sleep yet. 

I want to believe in more than you and me.

Mitch pulled the limp body out of the water and dialed 911. He prayed that Jerome would be okay. He'd be nothing without his biggums.

But all that I know is I'm breathing. All I can do is keep breathing. All we can do is keep breathing.

The ambulance arrived and tried to tell Mitch he couldn't come along. Eventually he convinced them otherwise, all the while watching and hoping his biggums would start breathing again.

All we can do is keep breathing. All we can do is keep breathing. All we can do is keep breathing. All we can do is keep breathing. All we can do is keep breathing. All we can do is keep breathing now. 

"I'm sorry to say but, we couldn't get him to start breathing again. I'm sorry." That's all Mitch needs to hear before he wants to stop breathing too. 

Kill me if you want to. Maybe then people will pay attention to me )-(