Bella Lane · Mental Health · Poetry

Mess

Sorry for the mess
She lives here
With her weary eyes
With her sweaty palms

Her nails chewed down to the nub
She doesn’t paint them anymore
Not worth it

Sorry for the mess
She lives here
With her disheveled hair
With the sweater she’s worn for weeks

Her body too fatigued to care
The dishes piled up in the sink

Sorry for the mess
She lives here
With her shaky hands
With her unstoppable tears

Too nervous to go anywhere
Nothing to pinpoint the fear
Nothing to calm her

Sorry for the mess
If you could still hold her
If you could attempt to light her path

It might just ease the pain
Enough for her to come back

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