they say that nothing is wasted
but perhaps
once we truly look into it
we are constantly wasting everything

you're my bad habit
when im sad
when im tired
when i cant stop my mind from wondering
it goes back to you
our smiles
our hugs
your misty blue eyes
the way you held me
I wish I could stop
going back to my bad habits

I felt so important
felt so necessary
but then I stopped running
then I stopped dreaming
and you told me I was worthless
because I was too gone to try

I am a hurricane
blowing my winds with words
that is so strong you can't argue with them

I am a hurricane
tearing down your lies with heavy rain
like the branches of weak trees

I am a hurricane
breaking you down with thunder so loud
even the houses fall to the ground

I am a hurricane
washing away all the pain you caused
like the graffiti that is now gone

I could say you are not a monster
I could convince myself as well
but that's all it would be
a complete lie
but of course, you would be okay
if I really did say you are a monster
you would probably just say
"is it so bad to be a monster"
that's a complete lie
and you will always know it is

I wasn't born to
let you take control
wasn't born
to watch from the side
I was born to make the world shake
to watch everything around me crumble at my fingertips
and stay as strong as I was born
perhaps even stronger

there are wounds
that every person carries
they form on our hearts
they form on our minds
they are so much deeper
so much farther under the skin
so much deeper than anyone can ever see
I'm sorry I keep mine locked up
but I've already lost my key