My Heart. My Mind. My Room.

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my room was never messier.
Planned outfits crumpled in drawers
2 empty water bottles on my dresser.
Shiny things packed in box after box after box.

Silver linings outline the walls
My thoughts jumbled and crammed on shelves.
The light has but one, single flickering bulb left alit. 
The others burned themselves out of existence. 

Love notes, hate crimes, hit lists lay
trampled and tattered on the paths I dared to stray.
Feelings all in the wrong order slammed upon sticky
walls.
Tornadoes of emotion bring up memories.
reminding my of how neat my room once was.
Who I once was.

My trash can is filled with tears and self-pity
Feelings of longing, longing for one somebody
Why did I let them in why did I let them in why did
I let them in no one will ever be let in again.
Never.
And nothing will ever get out. 

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