Clear Out The Trash

Your heart should be like a suitcase, But now, it feels like a nut case.  It has nowhere to go,  But everywhere to row. It feels empty and heavy, Blood so thick like red sauce gravy.  I don’t know what’s going on,  Sometimes feels easy not being born.  I don’t know how I’ll survive in this world,  I sometimes feel I’m not even heard. I don’t know what I’m looking for,  Someone, someplace, somewhere peaceful galore? I treat myself like trash,  If I go on like this, my soul would crash. Every day passes and I feel like nothing,  I waste my time trying to change myself into something.   I am slow, I am deep, I am emotional,  Is it that bad nowadays to feel functional? Let’s start with the obvious, dating, Does it always have to come down to mating? Why do we look for someone and not be by ourselves,  Are we that empty and that needy to trash up our shelves?! The world is cruel, People say “Hey, don’t get attached, cuz that’s the rule”. Is it that sin to love anyone now? Is it that difficult and no one wants to bow? People come and go and never really stay, They are playing the field they say.   Why can’t life be simple and easy,  Why can’t falling in love be genuine and breezy? Let’s move on to yourself,  Well, that’s how you’ll end up, well...F. You do you, it really says a lot,  Why change into the trash, and let anyone just leave a blot? Own up to what you want and feel,  That’s how you’ll eventually heal. Sounds like fun to go with the crowd, But isn’t everyone using maps and waiting to be found? Find yourself, NOW, You have that factor, you’re that WOW. Babe, you’re lovable and delicate, Cherish every day, it’ll be worth the wait!

~Ananya Gupta