Self-destructive

I'm hopeless and reckless,
and everything else.
I'm always searching for something,
for someone to full the emptiness in my heart.
I guess I've been running from it
for so long, and when I finally felt it,
it hurt like hell.
It hit me like rush hour traffic,
how much I need someone to be there,
a hero who stays through the storm,
and sees me through.
With each mistake I make,
afterwards I always find myself
re-thinking what I want,
because somehow,
no matter how hard I try,
I end up pushing the people who I love away.
And just like a tornado,
I am destructive and careless,
destroying everything in my path,
just looking for some hope.
What's left after is nothing but emotional wreckage,
and painful guilt resting on my shoulders.