Just more of my crazy thoughts

As the wind blows
I sit outside and listen,
I listen to the sound it makes.
If only I could fall in love with the wind,
I would'n have hesitated.
It's always there,
and it cools me down.
I'm sure if it were a person,
It would always listen,
Always be there,
and have beautiful communication skills.
But now that can't happen, right?
Thats why I hate life

I have been thinking,
If I were to be born as anything else in this planet,
It would be a tree.
It may not be able to move,
but it does so much.
It shelters, gives food,
and just like the wind,
it's always there.

I think I'm loosing it at times,
I just feel like a pest,
Like I'm bothering everyone with my insanity
At times I just feel like the iceberg
That sunk Titanic
Because I feel like I'm ruining everyones life
Thats why I tune I HATE ME.