By Diana Sanchez
By the end of the day
I’m tired
I
just
want to
go home.
Go home and sleep,
that’s what I need—
rest.
My eyes carry these heavy, dark bags
that won’t ever go away.
Everything will come back again.
There is no change in my schedule,
it’s on repeat like a depressed Spotify playlist.
They are signs of my stress and anxiety
A sign that I need a break
But I can’t,
I can’t rest,
I can’t sleep
I have
an English paper due tomorrow
a science project that I need to present in front of my class,
a history exam on World War I,
and a math test I need to study for
I’m drowning in a river of work,
A bottomless pit.
My head’s polluted with unnecessary knowledge.
My day doesn’t end when that bell rings,
I wish it did.
When it rings,
it’s a small break while I’m going home
Then work for the next five hours
If I’m lucky I’ll get a few hours of sleep.