Lifeless Memories

A poem I wrote feeling down and out.

Lying on a mattress,
in the middle of the living room floor.
The doorbell rings,
but I don’t answer the door.

Staring at the ceiling, 
wishing it would fall on me.
Thinking of everything,
I will never be.

I roll over slowly,
see the dog lying around,
spread out on the ground,
not making a sound.

She breathes in slowly,
and then quietly exhales out.
I smile happily,
but she doesn’t know what that’s about.

I slowly try to get up,
my body cries in pain.
Louder than the sound,
of the never ending rain.

I decide to lie down instead,
because I’d rather not move.
I love this mattress,
it’s so soft and smooth. 

The floor suddenly creeks,
like my body previously did,
and I wish to myself,
that I was still a kid. 

I begin to reminisce the days,
when I was a child,
and things like candy,
made everyone go wild. 

Now we turn to drugs,
and celebrities in TV.
They are everything, 
that we want to be. 

We glorify them,
and their disgusting ways.
They are so hypnotic,
they’ve trapped us in their maze.

My memories are disrupted,
by my forever faithful friend,
and my pessimistic attitude returns,
thinking this rain will never end.

The dog lays down next to me,
and looks me in the eyes,
and for no reason,
I suddenly start to cry. 

Lying on a mattress,
in the middle of the living room floor. 
Thinking to myself,
there has to be something more.

There has to be more to this life,
than what our eyes can see. 
But as for right now,
it means nothing to me.