Overwhelmed.

I've had a life, Wasn't a blackboard but I've wished it was,
My whole entire journey, I've searched a duster,
Just to erase all the bad elements, the disturbing memories.
They called me psychotic.
Through the oceans that I swam, I stopped.
This beauty struck to my eyes,
Hurting my conscience, feeling bad.
Falling down, right now I'm drowning.
This ocean of mixed emotions, leading me nowhere.
Just another place i'd wish to be right now,
Soft and sweet, the cold wind on this heat.
The beautiful colour of the flower,
The smell now fading away.
Just as the seasons change, everything changes.
Its a whole new aura. All around a new envronment to fit into.
A new beginning, history embedded to the back to my mind.
Just a rewind the list of things i'd re-do.
A ragged paper, almost torn.
Seen the bad, desperate for the feeling of belonging.
Belonging to a place, belonging to something...someone.
Overwhelmed, unable to manage, burdened with these responsibilities.
Life's not fair, some hardly care.
Freshness is always on the other side,
I made it point to go with the flow,
No complaining, not a look of burden.
I wake up with broken body, falling apart.
Make it through the day, Reviving is the word.
Almost back to myself by the end,
Another day, another snap of fingers.
The morning sun, Dead and gone.
I had this charm, too short of expiration date.
My world changes shape, It are the meds?
All written and done, don't we all need something to blame in the end?