I'm not dead yet.

Walking in at eight
lack of sleep still shadowing my eyes
looking around at the mess that is my fate
taking a deep breath and walking into my place
the overwhelming scattered stack  
littering my desk as the requests ring as i open my mac
my phone going off with its never ending chime
remembering the reason i do this is for the needed dime
my chest constricting as i see all that is wrong
the threads of positivity ripping as is the daily song
as i look at my list which is somehow too long
and being judged for what i did "wrong"  
 
As the day progresses
I listen to the voices
of the ones who can't think
for themselves, as my will to continue starts to shrink
and my cries for help goes unheard
the overwhelmed increases within a blink
of an eye
and with a desperate sigh
i do what i can
the consequences of it is more than i can stand
as my time ends I'm nowhere near done
nobody cares and I am easily shunned  
 
Thank you sir and ma'am
for putting me in over my head
for the physical pain, reminding me I am not dead
for making me relive this tomorrow again...