Waking up at 5 with sleep in my eye
Dragging myself to gym when I want bed.
Going to class at 9
And sleeping through most of it was never my thing
I would trade my life for good.
And though Finals are knocking on the door
And I have like 10 months or so I doubt…i doubt being a med student was this easy.
Financial crisis at home
To my troubles they are unknown
Expecting so much from me while I can only give half.
Struggling through most of it and the insecurities that last.
With all the feelings of being lost in the journey
And of being an outcast.
The guilt of not trying enough
When I know I can’t
If only I could go back in time and fix my life.
The decisions I made doesn’t seem right.
But
Isn’t this how we all really live?
To live one day in doubt and the next with confidence
And a little HOPE to go by every single day.
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