The ink stains on fingers,
The red tinges, bleeding a deep red to the eyes,
The baggage of inexplicable horror
Manifesting into deep black bags under the eyes of pupils
Betrays that it is exam season.
The muffled sound of people crying
Emits from school toilets, and the
Suicide jokes that are
Not really jokes anymore,
Magnified. Everyone wants to die.
Everyone wishes for it to be over.
Everyone would sooner end it all.
Our future hangs
on these exams, and we wonder
is it worth it?
Is the future worth
the torturous now?