somewhere
not here
it's raining

There's a storm
with lightning

not here
here it's one hundred and ten degrees (Fahrenheit)

My eyes are dripping with sweat

I hope that in somewhere
someone is beneath the rain

I wish I was somewhere
with someone

If you are a suicide survivor
Inbox me your name
And I’ll add it to my tattoos of others

You guys mean the world to me
And I have my own name on my arm
Because I too, am a suicide survivor.

I don't like: laying in bed;
sad and alone,
not able to rest.

I don't like: looking above;
seeing just darkness,
and nothing more.

I don't like: feeling so useless;
laying in bed
without any purpose.

I don't like: not being able-
to stand up at will
or open the window.

I don't like: feeling so empty;
sad and alone,
without my own mercy.

I'm my own little demon.
I'm my own little prison.
I'm my own little whisper.
I'm my own little killer.