Drowning on my own,

No one I expect to know

Or even one to notice

What is going on

What’s the point?

I always keep on messing up

What’s new?

I am the mess, I’ve no luck

‘Sorry,’ I tell myself,

But am I really? ‘Coz that I don’t feel;

Or perhaps I became numb?

Or am I just being dumb?

Published by Chinelle Joyce