dead in the night
all alone
dead inside

eyes wide open
glued to the ceiling
gone all mental healing

all the overthinking
praying for redemption
followed by slow blinking
for shame, i'm left with feelings of abnegation.

What a mess
everywhere you look
clutter
messy
not the way it should

you feel like a mess
like the same piles
all over all around

you clean one spot and
here comes the next heap
always making you feel
buried and sort of weak

when will it all look neat

And she felt like shattered glass
Glistening in the sun sparkling so bright almost blinding
To sharp to hold
So utterly broken beyond repair
Like a fine dust almost like she was not even there