text: Oh, What A Horrible Mess I've Made
  A Terrible Place In My Mind
  I gazed upon the filthy floor
  With scattered dreams and dampened dirt
  Every angled corner of the room
  More vile than the one before.
  I cannot balance myself on my feet
  So I prefer to sit and diffuse
  As the insects crawl on me
  I can’t seem to choose,
  Should I keep trying to stand
  Or just remain here all alone?
  Do I have a single reason
  To continue on my own?
  Should I give in to my calamity
  And let it take the best of me?
  Because even if I try
  The world will still see the worst in me.
  The windows are all boarded up
  But I can still feel the world is watching.
  They wait for me to stand
  So they can continue kicking me
  I am immobilized by fear of moving forward
  Weighed down by thoughts of crashing downward.
  This room feels so safe
  Although it is quite filthy
  I cough out more broken dreams
  And let the roaches crawl all over me.