My Life Is A Mess

lanaevans

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. 

  • Author: lanaevans (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 30th, 2017 01:56
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • SunSearcher

    So sad 🙁 I hope you get out in bask in the sun, it is amazing how it can lift you're spirits! Good luck to you, we'll done.

  • FredPeyer

    I feel for you lana, but sometimes you just gotta get up and clean! You might be surprised at what you find in that mess. The positive is hiding somewhere in all that negative.



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