My Mess
My mess
Is waiting in my apartment
Is waiting under my bed
Is waiting by the train
Is waiting on hold
Is waiting in my thoughts, evaded and feared
I'm waiting too
Waiting for someone to tell me, "clean this up!"
Waiting to live until I can breathe
Waiting to see if I will act or passively drown
It's my choice
It's my mess
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