Long time gone, long time dead

Damn. No one ever told me it'd be this hard to get through second year. Frustrating, tiring, irritating, stupid... How else can I describe the 3-5 hours of sleep every night (5-6 on weekends), the twenty-something requirements we have each week, the hurting back and throbbing migraine...f*ck. Sorry for using profanity, but it's the only way to say it. F*ck.

Never mind posting anything relevant, I'm just so stressed. Sorry. Here's a poem I think I made during Chem and Art. Hmm. Some of you have read this before.

As the sun's dance ends in a slumber long
Then begins love's melodious song

On lovers two the moonlight's gleam
Forbidden to meet but free to dream
Their hands in each other's, and their heads side by side
One of the crests of love's rising tide

Treading lightly on freshly cut grass
The night sky smooth like a sheet of black glass

Two lovers with only two hearts
Two lovers beginning brand new starts
Two lovers containing only newfound bliss
Two lovers lean in for their first kiss.