Finals

Hello? Hello?

Operator?

Can you please tell me if anyone is listening to my thoughts?

I bleed myself dry upon this computer screen

that seems to laugh as the scene of liquid and bodily fluid

spills over and under my lifeless body.

The words that I write will be quickly forgotten by my peers.

The pages that I've used will be lost in a few years.

Yet, the memory of these long nights of struggle

will stay imprinted in my mind until I am buried six feet under.

The purpose of this nightmare is to satisfy my parents.

To allow the pressure that they place upon me to reign true.

But I am full of falsities and the blasphemous thoughts that are due.

The battery is draining and I am searching for some sort of charge.

Some source of energy that will soothe my nervousness and fear.

They will never understand what devours from the inside

because the heart is never strong enough to speak

when the time necessitates it.

It is not bold enough to protect itself when morality is blurred.

I am dry of bodily fluids

and this room is painted red with guilt.