My six page paper, due today,
not one word written,
not one idea made.
Yet here i am, still writing this,
trying to find some meaning,
some relief or bliss.
But there is none today,
I should have figured so,
since you\'ve left me here
with nothing to show.
You, who caused the broken, pathetic sobs of me.
You, who caused petechiae under my sleep deprived eyes.
You, who replaced me with another, justly so.
The pain lingers violently, but there\'s nothing left to say-
so please..
I just want to finish my work due today.