Poems from DigitalPsychosis

At my core I refuse to accept that the ocean is a puddle, if only I were to stand.
All my life, I chased storms until I found them hidden inside myself.
Who am I? A disaster strangled by everyone's dreams. God help me, a fearful mess with broken strings. God help me, I just want to sleep.
Scrubbed at my soul but there was too much blood. A broken vessel with scars on my heart and a storm in my head. What have I become?
I am forgotten. An old flame That only sparks When there's nothing left To burn.