It's okay to make things just because

too tired to get home
back home to no WiFi
drag myself home somehow
before i get too sick to do so.
no one is there to save me
but that means i have free will

my hands hurt
dehydrated
the grim reaper
through my window

i could have led a good life
and done something.
all ive done is eat a banana
i drank milk and had cheese
trying not to get killed
without thinking about the consequences

im so exhausted i think i could die
havent successfully diagnosed
feminism or govt
doing very little to help
nowadays mostly just
a gastrointestinal ordeal

noise outside my room
broke up the ethical rhythm
and off ill go to apples in hell
and say hey i need you

and i think im just going
to be born in this time period.