Is it just me?

Is it just me, or is this week,
Going by in the speed of creep.
I need a break, I need some space,
To figure out why I'm running in place.
It feels like all the days mold into one,
And nothings ever truly done.
Laundry, dishes its all the same, but its my time not soapy water down the drain.
every day it seems to me,
I just wake up then its already 3.
I just want to feel,
Like more then just a seed.
I want to bloom, to be something someone needs.
so now I lay my head to rest,
With the weight of the world still on my chest.
Praying for a good nights rest...
Finally.

By: M.A.Castillo