Life can leave marks sometimes. Stains. No longer pristine. I wish I could just wash it out. Down the drain.

I want to be done. The weight is so heavy. Trying to sustain. I just want to wash it out. Not have to maintain.

I left for a fresh start. Trying to move on. Now I’m to blame. Why can’t I just wash it out? I don’t mean to complain.

Over and over, I try. I can’t get loose. Pain. Drawing me back in. I can’t just wash it out. So here it remains.

It’s more me than it is you. Can’t seem to get that through my brain. Trying to wash it out would be in vain.

It’s two steps forward and ten steps back. I feel like I’m insane. It won’t wash out, but I try away. I can’t refrain.

You don’t care. And I wish my feelings would wane. Then maybe I could just wash it out and feel a little more humane.

I need to be stronger. This is mine to obtain. I’ll wash it out. So I can regain.

Until then, I’ll play the game. Or maybe I’ll refrain. I can wash it out and start again.