I sabotage myself daily.

I don’t intend to, yet all I do is ruined.

Clutter and disasters is what I’m used to.

Yet the disappointment is always so fresh.

I hate myself for the chaos I’ve ensued.

Yet make failed attempts to fix it all.

My room, my life, my head.

All are just one of my

 Many disasters.

I find it hard to imagine it all different.

I try over and over again. Organize, clean, destroy repeat. My habits never seem to bend.

I want so badly to help myself, but I came to a conclusion. A cause that’s lost is time wasted on.