I keep wishing for a tornado
so thunder would pound its fists on my windows
and rain would throw itself to the ground
and clouds would comfort me by covering up all the brightness
and the lightning would remind me that I'm awake
and still breathing and seeing
and hail would leaves bruises on my skin
to match my soul and lifeless self
and the winds would take me away
Take me away, I don't want to be here anymore.
I don't want to hear cherry peppers anymore
I just want to hear thunder.