Head Mess
Head Mess
I can't shake the mess in my head
I think i'd be better off dead
The problem with that though
will be today or tomorrow
I wake in the next world
where everything's unfurled
and the mess in my head
which made me want to be dead
will be the same issues to be dealt
and the same feelings to be felt
and unless faced with strength it's damned infernal
Copyright © Ruth Matthews | Year Posted 2017
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