You are a storm.

A storm I no longer wish to have.
You are a storm filled with clouds of judgement I can't run away from.

No matter how far I run, the cloud, it's always there,
Corrupting my mind, overwhelming my thoughts.

I am a poet that can't seem to think straight,
Easing my mind, I write with my shaky pen, rosy cheeks, and tear-filled eyes.

This storm is one I don't think I can escape,
This storm is no ordinary storm,
It's a storm that has a brain.
It knows how to get into others.

This storm keeps growing, stronger and bigger.

At first I thought it was waves,
Crashing waves,
Going in the untouched sand.

The wave was filled with darkness.
I felt like I was drowning with no sky to see above me,
I felt like I was drowning into a world with no hope,
I felt like I was drowning alone.

But, it kept going and I realized this was no wave,
I realized this was no storm.
I realize it was hurricane.

A hurricane turning a young innocent girl,
into a brave warrior.
A warrior that has seen red eyes under her skin begging to come out.

The sick and twisted creatures that live inside me has changed me.

And I wish I could go back,
But there's no turning back.
Because if I did,
I would die trying.