2:37 am

the rain pours onto my bathroom floors as my sorrow fills the room. just want to feel new, but whats the point to? pellets drop from my face to the tub, is this what it feels like to not be loved? lighting flashes before my eyes, going back to a time where i felt alive. running through the fields with laughter, filled with glee, but now i suffer with anxiety. thunder hits, and reality comes to motion, i wonder what its like to truly feel open.

-IV