Every day is the same long day,

  Where getting up seems impossible

  When in your bed, you could lie,

  But instead, you push yourself up thinking:

  'Skipping breakfast

  Straight to school

  Same old routine

  Bumbling like a fool.'

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  The long day seems to last forever as you drag your feet

  From class to class and task to task.

  You see yourself in the mirror and wonder aloud,

  "Is this really me?"

  Bags under the eyes,

  Hunched in the back,

  Hair in frizzed curls

  and looking ten times as fat!

  'What has become of me?' you think with a forlorn expression.

  'Was it the all-nighters I pulled or working all the time?

  Or is it another bought of depression

  Messing with my mind?'

  You get to work in the afternoon,

  Already tired from the studying you do.

  You feel as if no one understands you

  Especially the way people brush over your hurts

  Making life harder to live through.

  Back and forth you walk,

  Across the restaurant.

  Your whole-body hurts,

  And your brain is starting to rot.

  But you persevere, surviving all the way

  Going home to your bed

  Knowing that you survived

  Another extremely long day.