All I’ve ever wanted

was somebody who would understand.

Someone who would say

yes, you should **** yourself,

things really are that bad.

But you are not your circumstances

and you are not tied down by the choices
you are ashamed of.

And I know that tomorrow

you want to drive down the road,

with your windows open 

under the sun,

listening to your favorite song.

Because the sun does not discriminate

against those who want to feel it’s warmth,

it only asks

that you make it until morning.