This never used to be difficult for me

But it’s late and I don’t want to write

All things seem harder now than they ever used to be

And all I bring myself to do seems like an aimless fight

Ever since last semester I’ve felt like no more than dirt

While I struggle to make sense of why I somehow still hurt

I mean, try as I may but nothing seems right

As I attempt to sew up my veins and collect my debris

I feel myself breaking as I stay up all night

I thought coming home was the answer, yet still I can’t see

Whether I’m overreacting or if this was really a plight