Stacks of book, next to missing assignments.
My mind is blank, and I could barely control my movements.
Everyone is sleeping,
while deadlines are ticking.

What do I do? I'm too tired.
I can't move my body, as if I'm wired.
Essay writing, they say,
but I could barely compose lines, to my dismay.

Why is there so much things to do?
My desk is so messy, compared to a zoo.
I'm tired and empty,
feeling very hefty.

My only source of comfort is the bed.
Lay on it, as if I'm dead.
Cover myself with my warm blanket,
brace myself, in my very own casket.

Overdosed in activities,
I've tried countless remedies.
Fighting the urge to sleep, like an ox.
The world we live in, turned into a paradox.

Deadlines are my biggest enemies.
Alarm clock sounds, are my morning melodies.
Sometimes, I envy those who dropped out.
Because that's the reality, of a student that's burnt out.