i wake up tired
five more minutes

300 seconds isn't enough to prepare me for the exhaustion ahead of me
so i give myself five more minutes

finally with all of my will
i push myself to embark on a day that beats me until i can't differentiate a plum from my left eye

i drag through the floor of my room
one day doesn't define a week
yet it's always one ****** day after the next
and everyone is dying
time is giving up almost as fast as mother earth is

i make a smoothie that i convinced myself to like
because it tastes like compliments in a bikini in the summer
and a flat stomach
and a big *** that will get the attention of old men with poor taste

in the car, i crawl towards the sleep that my physics homework didn't let me get
she's so needy sometimes
****
i didn't finish reading my history homework
my brain doesn't grasp at the senseless words on the page
I'm bound to experience this history first-hand considering the lessons that world leaders fail to learn anyway

school
i like school
liked school
i was taught to color in the lines
as if life is ever in the lines
i like school

but i don't like it as much when I'm crying because i feel like a failure
or when my heart beats so fast that I'm scared it's going to push outside of my chest and run to a body that won't put it through so much stress
i don't like it as much when i have 3 tests and 2 projects in a week
but i like it when i see my friends for 30 minutes periodically
maybe i like school

i practice for 2 hours after school
that's my favorite time
i forget school
i forget problems
i just focus on not getting hit in the face
i like practice

but then i go home
and homework cascades my bedroom
she's trying to drown me you know
so i don't sleep
and then i wake up tired
five more minutes