Maze. Place. Bomb.

Life is this big maze I'm navigating, struggling to find my way in. Day turns to night, night turns to day quick. Sometimes I end up back where I came, going round in circles, no progress made. I've been through it many times now, and it all looks the same. Going back to square one and starting over again. After a while, it confuses my brain. Then I start to feel like I'm losing my sane. No longer is it fun and games. It becomes a nightmare I can't escape. Daunting, haunting possibilities, I'm afraid to face. Am I stuck here? Is it too late? I don't know, but for now I'm just focused on getting through another day in this place. But I've spent too long in this place. It's time to get gone from this place. I've mainly done wrong in this place. Been feeling weak, not strong in this place. My life came to a stop in this place. Made many mistakes in this place and attempts at change in this place. But no Matter what I did, my struggles took me back to the same place in this place. Going Back and forth, being caught in thought, was my existence in this place. In this place, my existence was just an existence. Seeming like I was existing to resist my misery taking a hold of me, taking control of me, taking a toll on me, in this place. It left a hole in me, stole the soul from me and the will to give everything my all from me, in this place. I've become a bomb in this place, that could go off in this place, at any moment. A ferocious explosion of pent-up emotion. Accumulated over time, from perpetual pain kept inside. Left unspoken, suppressed and left to thrive and rise. Worsened by anxiety, hurting me quietly, till I'm forced to confess what is in my eyes. On paper. Between the lines, in which I write these greater rhymes, of major declaration, to the detention, of my desecrated life. cratered. soon to be, decimated, if I don't ever change it, a wreck in waiting, a consequence of devastating, degradation of the mind. Abrasions. I've endangered my mental health and put myself In a condition In which I can not excel in. I'm stagnant and dwelling on thoughts that are swelling to an enormous size, in my head. Taking up so much space that It traumatizes my head. I want it to end. So I need to focus on getting through another day like I said instead. No self-destruction is to be set, don't let, it happen to you. Don't threat, no sweat. Expel those fumes, of obliteration, through the use, of alliteration and give your Chest a rest. Take off that weight and listen to your breath.