Welcome to the land of disgust.

Filth.

Dirt.

Where everything is real.

All the pain and the hurt.

Real.

Nothing you ever do will be right.

Nothing you ever do will be good enough.

It is where you type your paper and it is deleted.

All your work down the drain.

Where you rush to your car because you're running late to work,

And you're out of gas

Where you're too emotional to have only been on this Earth for twenty years.

Where they don't love you back.

Where they don't love you anymore.

Where you can't sleep but 100 percent of you is expected the next morning.

Where you pour your heart and soul into someone and get a sliver of what you gave them.

Where you have to give away your dog.

Put your cat to sleep and lose your home.

Where you fail a class.

Where you stop going to class.

This is where you'll stop receiving texts, calls, emails-

A dead zone.

Where there will be no reception; Not for you, not for me, not for my passions.

Where you will constantly grieve and morn your losses as you watch the rest of them celebrate.

As you're watching the sky turn from black to orange then pink then blue

And the leaves go from green to brown and back again.

As the sounds change from wind chimes to Christmas carols

As the earth rotates round

You're watching from your eyes as they glance upon you

Just passing you quick enough to see that smile

But never long enough to watch gravity settle in.

You walk past but not fast

Trying to work out the point of it all

A wasteland

Is what it's referred to

But just for you

Because that's what it is like living inside your head.

They say "get out while you can".

I say stay, let people in.

It's a wasteland you see

The storm will come

Wash it away

You'll start anew.

Clean, polished by the rain.

Now whether you end up back here or not,

Well that's your choice my friend.

-- Choose light my friends, even when 'the going gets tough"

Choose to see tomorrow through fresh, clean, polished eyes.