My rooms a mess

A few years ago I walked into nothingness
as I stepped inside my room.
I unlocked the passage to my soul
and saw a mess holding up my roof.

The smell was thick with dust
and I struggled to catch my breath.
I could feel the tension of despair
squeezing, pulling at my chest.

my bed was made not of cloth
but instead a thrown of lies.
the garbage can was overflowing
with tissues from my eyes

underneath the bed
i found lifeless pests.
there were cobwebs in the corner
but the spider long since passed.

the mirror was streaked with dirt
as I tried to hide my face
covered in cracks it became a sight
that is even more disgraced

Digging through 1 dresser
I only found a box
filled with memories to remind me
of what i thought i had forgot.

the other dresser was my confessions
to what i thought was fact,
a game i created, the price was blood.
death is all you can expect.

and death covered my floor
which was what i expected to find
not much can come from a lost one
who was forgotten left behind

The fish were dead within their bowl.
Had they ever been alive?
no wonder the door was closed and lock
in here could anyone survive?

The curtains were all stained.
they haven't been moved in years.
there is no rain running down them.
that water is made of tears.

nothing but curiosity
i found upon the shelf
it only held up a world of secrets
that i kept even from myself

but the weight must be lighter
than if it were on my shoulders.
yet i think who is this girl that is me
does anybody know her

would anybody ever know her
and help her live again
all i wanted was a peak at myself
but it seems that I'm trapped in.