You are
What you repeat
Broken record broken

The obscene
Love to cause a scene
Especially when deleted

It’s great when
The garbage
Takes itself out

Let it rot we said
In the yards of untapped dreams
Crushed cars
Broken plates
The stench of rot
We let ourselves breath in decay
Burn it we said
Letting poison fly into flames
Breathing in the deadly ash
Choking out life
Because we could not see
We are creating our own demise
As we choke out our own lives
But that isn’t enough for us
We let others suffer
Choke on our smoke
Suffocate in our ash
Left to rot and waste away
Business as usual
But this business is unusual

I let it build up too long again.
The bin is overflowing with stinky garbage and now a simple chore has become a huge ordeal.
If I could regularly dispose of all the toxic negative thoughts accumulated in my brain it would be a relatively easy process.
But I procrastinate until all the insecurities, fears, and anger become too heavy to lift
So I drag the ******* bag behind me as it leaves a trail of stinky slime in it's wake.
I get rotten trash juice all over my hands as I dump all my emotions onto paper.
When it's all taken out and empty and I am exhausted
I put in a new liner and let the trash begin piling up again.