I am a mess
cheerios spilled all over the floor
and as they start to mold
you don't want them anymore

I am a mess
dirty laundry and a dirty room
never to be picked up
from where they were left in gloom

I am a mess
tangled hair between my fingers
try to comb right through them
but the knots will always linger

I am a mess
losing weight faster than I can imagine
eating still leaves me hungry
but I don't eat more, my bodies a famine

I am a mess
cuts along my thighs
I haven't added since before
but I'll break down soon, and they'll be added, I surmise

I am a mess
and the world is too
I just really hope we can get our sh*t together
cause really, we're all screwed