Sometimes I let curiosity get the best of me.. The "what ifs" that roam my thoughts have tainted my image of being a halfway decent human being. Through my eyes, anything I even gaze at for a second too long becomes rotten. From the inside first, then slowly deteriorating through my hands as I continuously try to hold it near. I've gotten so good at destructing things, I can do them in my sleep, walking backwards, hands tied.. Shit, I don't even have to speak. I am a walking wreck waiting to happen, Just give me the green light... I'm convinced my purpose in life is to become a tornado & destroy the lives of whomever crosses my path as I blow off steam from the heat of the moment. Tearing hearts out of the chests of the innocent & drowning out the cursed screams of my past with one gust of wind. Casting shadows over what once was & what could've been. All while ripping myself to shreds in the process.. But perhaps this "screw up" is something greater than I myself can even understand..