Mess

*© Mess.*

Sometimes life is a mess,
Mine has already turned around.
Reminiscing joy in flashbacks,
I wish i mend what is broken.

Love used to be kind,
Bonds seemed so real.
I was once happy and loved...
But i lost it all.
Heartbreaks is the beat in my heart,
Hatred rhymes the rhythm of my pain
And these dark memories,
Take control each day...
I'm going insane.

There bonds couldn't last for long,
Best friends turned their backs on me.
I thought they'd shield my storm...
Poor soul.
Where shall i find solace?
To whom shall I confide?

They listen in pretense,
They roam the streets with my name,
Chanting in little whispers.
They say I'm walking dead...
That my life is already a mess.
I'm grieving in desolation,
Amidst disguising families
Which isolated from my mess.

Paranoia eats my days,
Cold nights hallucinate my fate.
Dad says I'm demonic,
Mom can't listen to my madness.

My life is strange,
I'm lost overthinking again.
If only i could foretell my fate,
I'd call myself a doom-gloomer!
I'm anxiously waiting...
I wait around the last of days...
Waiting for the ball to drop.

☆Kael poet☆