I haven’t been sleeping well, or eating well.
This is normal for me now, but it’s affecting my grades.
But why should I care? My future doesn’t matter to me anymore.
My mom and dad always pressure me to study, to work hard, get good grades.
Numbers define me.
But what happens the day I fail?
Will you turn on me?
Why haven’t you bothered to ask what’s wrong?
Why won’t you swim out, in the sea of pressure, lies, everything-
Why won’t you come and at least try, try to save me?