YOU CAN’T HELP BUT REGRET TAKING THE DAMN COURSE.
i get about 6 hours of sleep a day but 2 of those hours are a NAP. this means i get 4 hours of sleep BEFORE SCHOOL STARTS. EVERY WEEKDAY.
YOU CAN’T HELP BUT REGRET THIS.
i wake up & KNOW THAT I HAVE SHIT TO DO.
AND EVERY DAMN DAY IT’S GONNA INCLUDE BOOK WORK. the other homework are really PROJECTS THAT MUST BE COMPLETED WITH LITTLE NOTICE — DONE IN DAYS.
and so i sit here, venting out the sort of lifestyle i’ve condemned myself to
and i wonder why in hell i checked that ap box.
why the fuck would i want to burden myself of the capabilities of a COLLEGE STUDENT.
NIGGA I’M SIXTEEN.
in this hellfire have i realized the kind terms of heaven.
steadfast melodies part my flames & save me from negativity that has ruined youth.
alas, there is no endless song and i must return to play.
This poem was written/submitted by Teresa Sy.