My Life
My life is a mess
That I feel I must guess
Bad things happened
That it feels like a torn napkin
I don't know how it will go
So it puts things on hold
My heart feels scorned
I hope it gets better
Or I will be writing this sad letter
So much to think about
And yet lots of doubt
I hope tomorrow will be better
No matter the weather
My stomach hurts
That it feels like dirt
Copyright © Eve Peterson | Year Posted 2021
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