This Mess Won'T Die Poem by Abraham John Jaggernauth

This mess inside that burns my life, that makes me run and want to hide.
But I can't hide, no I won't lie; I will stay here, I will reside.
This thing won't die, this thing steals life; this thing I hate and will sacrifice.
I need new life, not the same old lie; I need new life, to make me right.
Blast this lie, I'm fine, alright; but this mess stays, and simply survives.
Why can't it go, why can't it die; this mess inside, my li(f) e, it dies.