Waiting To Be Trodden On Poem by charlotte harris

I might dye my hair,
Or cut it all off,
Maybe some fingers too,
Because what's the use of having,
Things you don't really need,
No point in changing them,
Clearing out my room,
Clearing out my life,
Thought you'd be gone,
But my kidneys say otherwise,
My life just like it used to be,
Well it was supposed to be,
But who gives a f**k about the past,
It's a clean slate,
A new start,
A clean floor,
Just waiting to be trodden on.