- Books, Literature, and Writing
Oh, What A Horrible Mess I've Made
A Terrible Place In My Mind
I gazed upon the filthy floor
With scattered dreams and dampened dirt
Every angled corner of the room
More vile than the one before.
I cannot balance myself on my feet
So I prefer to sit and diffuse
As the insects crawl on me
I can’t seem to choose,
Should I keep trying to stand
Or just remain here all alone?
Do I have a single reason
To continue on my own?
Should I give in to my calamity
And let it take the best of me?
Because even if I try
The world will still see the worst in me.
The windows are all boarded up
But I can still feel the world is watching.
They wait for me to stand
So they can continue kicking me
I am immobilized by fear of moving forward
Weighed down by thoughts of crashing downward.
This room feels so safe
Although it is quite filthy
I cough out more broken dreams
And let the roaches crawl all over me.