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lanaevans

My Life Is A Mess

And I\'m not one to clean up after myself. 

I can\'t find the happiness that I\'ve been looking for since I was a child. 

It\'s probably somewhere in my waterbed, 

Matress flooded with tears and blood, I sleep in the depths of my sorrows. 

I pray there won\'t be any tomorrow. 

Because my life is a mess. 

My mind filled with rats that love to feed on the dark thoughts in my head. 

My bedroom scented with the fragrance of loneliness. 

Meaningless, emptiness, yet cluttered with negative. 

My life is a mess. 

And I don\'t feel like cleaning.