I’m 18 and the wind feels like a storm
The air feels like peroxide
It’s messy, everywhere
Inside, outside my mind

I’m 18 and have all bark and no fight
Everyone says I’m alright
It is true I enjoy life, a little too much ,
I guess they’re right.

The weakest currents sway me
Walking away seems against the tide
I stand and hope no one sees me
Trying. barely holding on to life.

I dwell in the intensity and dwell in the present
I create melancholy in this exact instant
Nostalgia breeds the nothingness  inside of me
Kills my inner child ,leaves room for adolescence

I prefer my heart tortured than at peace
Feeling something triumphs it all to me
This spiraling is what seems to keep me alive
Hanging on the nothing and could’ve beens

I’m 18 and the wind feels like a storm
Feels like I was waiting for this moment , since the day I was born
Waiting for my heart to yearn , waiting for my heart to be torn
Breaking in a thousand pieces yet still wanting more

Crashing under the pressure of the gale
dust sealing me eyes shut in a second
falling once again on my face
hoping there are lessons to be made
hoping I can enjoy my mistakes .