I’m a mess,
A rerecording of broken lullabies.
On a record spinning as if it didn’t have a scratch.
I’m a mess,
A scarecrow scaring off nothing but myself.
A parable of rambles and stress.
Sleepless nights left paralyzed.
I’m a disaster,
Continuously reminding myself that moving on is as simple as waking up in the morning.
But forgetting that I’m always stuck left with heavy breathing as I stare at the ceiling til dawn.
I’m okay,
I say washing off the idea of what you’ve put me through.
Saying as I slowly loathe your name.
As I reek of dirty regrets and cold sweat.
I’m not okay,
Getting wasted with new found friends,
As they don’t know me and neither do I,
I pray to maintain my sanity.
I’m a mess,
That is something I can’t digest because every spoonful is a bitter taste of swallowing myself into thought that I am okay.
You made me this way.
I’m depressed,
Wondering do you ever miss me?
Waiting for the end of the world of everyday just for you.
As I know damn well-
You’d never do the same.Because I’m a mess.
I'm a mess and that's okay,
Because uneasy hearts will always weigh the most.