thunder

sun parting the clouds after a storm, a slight sprinkling of rain fading. the outside world is beautiful. inside the house however the storm never stopped; loud thundering voices creating a salty rain we call tears the pain doesn't fade not like the rain. I'm tired of this, very tired maybe if I just rest everything will be okay in the morning. I take my pills, is funny how medication is supposed to cheer me up, thought that was my parents job, I scoff this sentence in my head. finally being able to rest my head tucked under blankets, everything begins to get darker.