She’s a mess – poem

She sits there staring at the tv with lines running in every corner, the plants are not green anymore and they are gasping for air, the water is overflowing in the bath tub but the water is black, the black cat sits alone in a dark corner, food is splattered on the blank walls, you can hear the faded sound of the radio that sits on the shelf. She smiles to herself but her eyes are bland and she stares mindlessly at her life falling apart but she’s numb to it all. – Elle