I came to this building on the first day of school
As I desperately tried to keep my cool
As Weeks turned to months
And assignments start to run
I’m beginning to find this is no longer fun
It’s not just the school it’s my own head too
I didn’t ask to feel like this but 1+1 is 2
I want a break from it all
I want to relax
But I have homework to do im drowning in stress
Dissociating just to escape
Whoever decided that this was okay?
Why can they all do it why can’t I?
Am I broken?
Do they know that i’m empty inside?
I’m a failure if my grade isn’t high enough
The waves of anxiety sure make me cry enough
Do they not know they’re adding to my problems?
Why can’t they see I’m at the fucking bottom?
But at the end of the day I just go home
With a backpack full of paper and a list on my phone
2, 4, 10, 12
This is living hell.