Clutter

Drowning, metaphorically, in heaps of clothes Drowning, actually, in a sorrow Surviving, not actually, but it's better to pretend that I am Surviving, maybe, after cleaning my mind of negative thoughts A messy bed doesn't matter much anymore Not after what I've dealt with An upset parent doesn't matter Not after losing my favorite person Happy, actually, after getting a cleaner room Happy, metaphorically, because I'm free of this shame Sadly, maybe, the room wasn't ever cleaned Sadly, not actually, I sort of went with my favorite person in heaven