I'm stuck in this cycle of dirty and then clean
I really think I'm a washing machine
because my mind is a mess and then it's not
Its like I'm a running washing machine
I have no dryer
so everything smells gross
It's like I'm a washing machine
washing away my negative thoughts
but letting them sit until they are gone
but they don't leave they just sit
and then they grow mold
until i can't get rid of it
YOU ARE READING
Hour glass
PoesíaPoetry of pain and hardships, you're never alone even though it may feel like it but time always runs out
