In my...

In my room theres clothes on the floor,
and pictures of lost happiness on the door.
My past is burried in my closet,
my clothes are usually always wet.
I'm always standing in the rain,
my dressser drawers are filled with heart ache and pain.
Needles, knives, little reminders of what actually hurts me.
Everything in life has a fee,
but what happens when I cant pay?
Under my bed are poems that made the pain go away,
for just a little while, so I had no need to disappear.
Behind my pillows are liquor and beer.
Stuffed in my old toy,
is the only thing that brings me true joy.
In my head
I'm secretly wishing to be dead.
Hidden in my eyes,
I'm filled with sorrow and lies.

Hayley ©