Will I make it through the semester?

Will I survive to December?

Will I pass my classes?

Will I pass my tests?

Will I make it out alive?

Maybe I'll make it through

passing all but one class.

Maybe I'll survive,

but I'll be super drowned and burnt out.

Oh wait,

I already am,

all the time. 

If I fail my class,

maybe I'll just drop out.

I can't bring myself to take it again,

to accept defeat after working

so hard. 

After going through 

so much.

After trying,

striving,

through so many tears,

so many long days,

so many hard papers,

so many failed quizzes

that I studied for

for hours.

So much effort,

all to be wasted

if I can't pass

this simple class. 

I'd drop, but I need it to graduate.

I'd drop out, but I've come this far. 

If I can just survive this semester,

if I can just make it through these classes,

I think I'll be okay.

But if I can't,

I'll fall apart

more than I already have.

I

can't

go

on

like

this.

But I also don't know how to stop.