Why, why, why are grades so important?
I've tried so hard, it's almost irrelevant.
The hell with it!
My anxiety is killing me.
You might find me in the newspaper, just look in the obituary.
Procrastinating has become more of a hobby.
I just need relief from the hell that's buried me.
I can't stand it! I can't stand it!
Just pull the trigger!
I've swam face down in the nearest river.
Apparently, I run on a clock, it must seem.
Time won't be an issue, once I lose all self-esteem.
I'm too far gone.
There's no turning back.
This has hung me over the edge.
The next paper you hand out, just might slip from under me.
Leaving me dangling, unable to breathe.
Suffocating from the work I've tried maintaining.
Deadlines are closing in, like the walls around me.
Soon I'll turn black and blue, like the ink I'm using.
I've finally made it to bed, but the sun isn't rising.
Looks like I'm where I belong.
Six foot under, which isn't surprising.