Pen - pen: Disarm my Pain

TRASH

This is how I treated myself,
And I know it is not that good,
But i'm wide awake, I'm numb,
I'm too tired and dumb,

This is a trash poetry,
And i am the dumpster,
the man filled that can be compared to sanitary land fills,
for it feels like it doesn't give the chills,
That the readers think will give tricky words and thrills,

This is trash personality,
Because I abandoned you for years,
no updates, no announcements,
for I am dealing with my own demons,
and I am sorry that I didn't invite you to join me,

This is a trash world,
Where everything is a trash in their own way,
We have our own kind of rubbishness,
and think we're all kind of mess,

I wanted to stop messing around,
It is not a time to play with the words, and its sounds,
for it only confuses the ears, making a common sound, so bound,
This is a trash poem, and it takes a zero penny per pound,