everything is on repeat.
   waking up then
   deciding what to eat,

showering,
trying to beat
the unrelenting heat,

walking amongst uncaring,
indifferent people,
on the street,

fighting to stay awake in class,
glued to my seat,

finding the ice cream
melting in my mouth,
to be a little too sweet—

everything is on repeat.
everything is on repeat.
everything is on repeat.

everything is on repeat.
life has become nothing but a game
i do not have the courage and will
to beat.