Every day seem the same like a clogged up drain the same old Lame routine .

It’s like a tap left running , a constant dripping , leaving an overflowing amount of pain with ripples of fear invading the clear waters .

The filter is working overtime to remove each negative emotion , but with time it begins to lack consumed by the overwhelming stack .

I’m alone aboard a boat , crossing a restless river to deal with the lump in my throat . A constant shiver as you deal with the bitter breeze as your imagination makes you freeze , maybe to bring you a bit of ease .

Rising from the bed to the kitchen I tread , tackling dishes from the day that fled .

I spend my days cleaning and my nights dreaming , my life has no meaning .

But society has fed my brain with lies there no room for cries there no point being wise .

The laundry needs folding , my minds tangled in never ending choices , Whispers of voices urging me to quit .

If only mistakes could be returned to the store ; but you can’t ignore all the events you had to endure .

Organising the mess hopeing for progress a way to clean up the stress .