Wasted days

We try,

And we try harder.

But in the end, it goes all wrong.

We work hard to keep our grades.

Though, we screw things up right in the end.

Not that we do the things the wrong way,

No.

It’s just that it turns out to be a mess.

“I hate it here.

It’s so cold, I’m freezing.”

I wish we could get along

Maybe it’s impossible.

“Put the jacket on, freak.”

Yes, it is impossible.

And yet I try,

Over and over.

Maybe this thing hasn’t an end.

It’s always the same shit.

I’m tired of this.

This crap is driving me crazy.

“What is it, dumb fuck?”

“I have a question.”

Maybe I shouldn’t do it.

“Why are you treating me like this?”

The room was noisy,

But in seconds it turned out to be silent.

“I have my motives.”

And there it goes another wasted day.

A normal day.

Maybe… getting along is impossible.