My room is messy.
But it's familiar.
It works for me
You see, my surroundings match my head
And because my head is full of empty coffee cups and half drunk Monster cans, my room is also
It's my room, and I know cleaning my space would help the sleepless tear-filled nights
But it wouldn't stop them
I'm not looking for relief
I need to be rescued
From this dark, howling cavern I call my mind
So unless you are going to be the one to save me
Don't you dare say
My room is messy.
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sunflowers and steel chains
Poetry"He's sunflowers and steel chains New scars compensating for old pain The sun's shining but he's facing the other way He's quiet, he don't know what to say" warning: this book contains the unfiltered thoughts of a young man using words as his therap...
