The Bottom Shelf Review

I’m dying inside.

I can no longer hide

The monster, that I’ve strung,

Though this pain has only begun.

No one’s to blame,

For the tears that came,

But the people whom I love,

And let them shove,

This poor broken heart,

Which they’ve torn apart.

And so my dear,

It’s the start of a new year,

Which I thought would be good

Like everyone dreams it should,

With love and grace

In a magical place.

But it’s not

It’s dripping slimy snot.

A yucky mess

And no one can guess

How I feel

Oh if only this wasn’t real!