Getting by

I wash the dishes
Dry the plates
Like cleaning my heart
Clearing the slate
I take a deep sigh
And clean the kitchen sink
There's foam on the counter
But tears I happen to drink
No, I'm not sad
I'm just cleaning up my mess
Cleaning is enough
It doesn't make me feel less
I pick up clothes
Put them in the washing machine
Turn on the soak mode
Break down at the single ring
The rumble matches my breathlessness
With the tumble, I croak
I was just washing clothes
Why am I on the floor, so broke ?
I gather myself
To hang my clothes to dry
The familiar smell from a shirt
Was enough to make me cry
The shower burns my skin
Eyes, underwater without a blink
The skin wrinkled on the finger tips
It hurts but it doesn't reach my lips
Clothes makes me hate everything I see
Wear the only ones that hide me
I feel ugly & hate what I have become
This is something I can't return from
I have burns and cuts on my hands and feet
Everything hurts whenever I feel my heart beat
Mirrors turned away
No one has seen me in 41 days
I did everything to change
Burning every linking bridge
The Symphony of the cursed one
Rings in the home of the who's left to Burn
The Unfortunate Prince and Wolf Girl
Watch over me in this time of Peril
Day to day life is my war
Destruction is spread far
I'm tired and worn to the bone
Where did I lose myself, where have I gone?