CRISIS

Huffing and puffing, I arrive at the washroom with

beads of sweat rolling down my face.

Looking at the mirror,

I didnt see a struggling student

but a dying man,

dying from inside,

dying from suffocation

from chaotic thoughts swirling in mind.

Splash!

the cold water hit my face and rolled down my cheeks calming me down,

waking me up from delirium.

Pulling my thoughts away from wandering aimlessley

towards the thoughts of never ending sufferings,

"what is more miserable than not being able to decide for your own

being controlled by the unknown?," I question myself.

With no answers I could only give up searching for the answer.

Pulling out my phone with several cracks,

cracks just like the ones in my soul formed from the shaken belief in life.

I looked at it, noticed it was 11:00 AM

"Time to go chemistry class," I mumble muddleheadedly.

And with no time to waste time, I organize myself and my thoughts.

Suppressing the questions, the fear, the confusions deep in my mind,

I walk to the class with a crumbling faith in life.