700

muliple weeks of working hard
multiple weeks of having to deal with my aunt breathing down my neck
Multiple weeks of scrutinizing critique
multiple weeks of depression
multiple weeks of crying to myself in my room
multiple weeks of hating who i am
multiple weeks of staying up late
multiple weeks of redoing a paper the way my sunt did in college
multiple weeks of not feeling like myself
multiple weeks of more tears
multiple weeks of kissing up to people
multiple weeks of wanting to throw up
multiple weeks of self hate
multiple weeks of sating at myself in the mirror and asking
"WHAT THE FUCK HAVE I DONE WRONG!?"
a day for a dealine
a day for sleep
a day to try and smile
a day to ruin it all
A day to hate the world
a day to cry until all the tears are gone
a day to not want to go home
a day to self blame more
a day to want to jump
a day where I blame myself for everything I've done
A day where i argue with my reflection
a day where I argue with a person who is a father figure
A day where I can't lift my head
a day where i hate
700 points...
700 points
my other paper got more and it was complete shit!
and you sir are not even giving me help!
FUCK YOU
my paper at least deserves over 1400 not 700
2000 points and I worked endlessly to get it just right

Ill

I am ill...

i am sick

ill manner sick in the mind

the fever of madness rises and the thouht of humanity falls

the phlem that is caught in my throat is no more than dissapointment

the shaking in my hands is from fatigue due to school's high standards

the chills in my bones are society's down fall

and the burn in my eyes are because I can't see him

the result is a little thing we all like to call

A COLD