I was a stem in a storm. I was a lightning-struck seed. I threw myself into the wind, but my roots were too deep.
I swore they were all I had. Those roots were my everything, but I have grown into more than my beginning.
I am myself, I just needed restarting. I saw the afterlife and treated it like an afterparty. I am myself like I've never been. We were never god’s great mistake. I am not someone’s sin. I am myself.
I took an axe to my branches. I threw myself to the street. I cried until I couldn't, suffocated my heartbeat.
I was told it was all I had. These roots were my everything, but I've grown into more than my beginning.
I am myself, I just needed restarting. I saw the afterlife and treated it like an afterparty. I am myself like I've never been. We were never god’s great mistake. I am not someone’s sin. I am myself.
I know I get lost. I know I struggle to breathe.
Some people get lost when they had roots that made them bleed.
And maybe I can't forget, but I don't want to be angry.
I let these roots disappear. I don't want them attached to me.
