my head is inside a swirl,
wave over wave of nausea crashed me to a daze.
i can't bring myself to write,
to type something meaningful
but why am i here anyway?
those sleepless nights,
those cramping hands. .it will be the death of me.
i panic. i scream. prelims will be staring soon,
but why am i feeling that its already here,
and i'm already there?
hazy eyes, i tried to type something beautiful but i ended up writing this.
i don't know why. .and don't have the strength to care. .
i will check that box and click next.
and i'll type a tittle and even some tags,
or maybe not.
and click submit.
i'll probably wonder why i wrote this for you to read,
i even wonder if i'll die of heart attack someday.