babybrother
12-06-2007, 02:33 PM
My Christmas Wish (by a hoarder)
Remembering a time when life seemed so simple,
Clean, uncluttered and free.
How did we do it, get everything done
and not stressed over what was to be?
It wasn't about "things", but the people we love,
reveling the moments and sounds.
But something went wrong as things often do
and the piles grew by the pounds.
Bad habits have grown and aren't planning to leave
and the "stuff" is starting to come first
My loved one's get frustrated, angry and hurt
and that just makes it the worst.
Missing my family and the fun that we shared
is only a memory, Unless...
relinquish the grasp of the choices I make
and accept all the help they possess.
It can be done I just don't know how
and it's way too much to achieve
This thing I've created is bigger than me
and crushing, unable to leave.
The damage is growing and so is the pain
because I can't learn to let go
here I lay down in my mountain of mess
stifled, and watching it grow.
I long for the old times, with my family and friends
before, "MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS!" was said.
But over and over and time after time
Takes a toll on them, fearing I'm dead.
What's wrong with me, my stuff has control
I can't even get rid of this dish
I then, close my eyes, and dream I'm okay,
and that is My Christmas Wish.
Remembering a time when life seemed so simple,
Clean, uncluttered and free.
How did we do it, get everything done
and not stressed over what was to be?
It wasn't about "things", but the people we love,
reveling the moments and sounds.
But something went wrong as things often do
and the piles grew by the pounds.
Bad habits have grown and aren't planning to leave
and the "stuff" is starting to come first
My loved one's get frustrated, angry and hurt
and that just makes it the worst.
Missing my family and the fun that we shared
is only a memory, Unless...
relinquish the grasp of the choices I make
and accept all the help they possess.
It can be done I just don't know how
and it's way too much to achieve
This thing I've created is bigger than me
and crushing, unable to leave.
The damage is growing and so is the pain
because I can't learn to let go
here I lay down in my mountain of mess
stifled, and watching it grow.
I long for the old times, with my family and friends
before, "MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS!" was said.
But over and over and time after time
Takes a toll on them, fearing I'm dead.
What's wrong with me, my stuff has control
I can't even get rid of this dish
I then, close my eyes, and dream I'm okay,
and that is My Christmas Wish.