There is a heaviness in my eyelids that never goes away.

It lingers in late nights studying, and long hours

Staring blankly at textbook covers,

And moonlight walks

From class to



I share with three

Other girls. The days stretch on

Endlessly, from early mornings where I clutch

Onto my pillows until my knuckles turn essay paper white,

To lullaby classes whose boredom burns the

Already sluggish eyes in my

Skull, to afternoons

Filled with


As I struggle

To get my work done

Before the sun starts to rise.

One day I will look back and smile with

My eventual degree in hand, and say suffering was worth it.


Today is not that day.