Thundering,

With lightning crackling through the air.

Rain,

Pelting on the window tops,

Gray and dreary.

But it's the thunder in your eyes

That I notice.

You have clouds

And I know

That you must be going through hell and back.

Your eyes

Are gray

Cloudy and dark.

You're like me,

I know you are.

Marks on your wrist,

Dripping red,

Sweet relief.

A black abyss,

Distant and unattainable.

But so desired.

So needed.

Just waiting

Until fate drifts me into it.