At 2 am, I roam the streets of the campus.
The moon was following me and I somehow felt at peace.
For the first time in a while, I felt happy alone.
I checked the time as I walked up the stairs.
My watch says 3 am.
I can't believe I'm still awake.
At 4 am, I stared at the ceiling;
and thought after thought came to my mind.
I cannot think straight, I started overthinking.
What could've happened if I did this instead of that?
I twisted and turned 'til 5 am came.
Then my alarm went off at 6 am.
Everyday would be just like the same,
Me practically dragging myself to class at 7 am.
I transferred to another class by 8 am.
And took an exam at 9 am.
At 10 am, I'm at the lab.
I synthesized and played with reagents 'til the end of the class.
Sure, chemistry was something I used to like.
But what I'd like now is for them to understand
That I eat lunch by 1 pm;
All alone, eating the cheapest meal.
I always thought, Maybe a spoonful of this could help me heal.
Still I always end up feeling a little bit hurt.
At 2 pm, I faced another exam.
Then another exam an hour after that.
The 4 pm breeze brought families to bond
Over the grassy field of my so-called second home.
The university in which I'm supposed to be achieving,
turned out to be the place where I'll lose my sanity.
By 5 pm, my classes were done
and the first thing I did was to grab my phone.
I logged on to my accounts one by one.
Oh look, everything seems to be toxic just as it was.
I came across my friends at 6 pm.
I didn't want to be with them; at least not yet.
I told them I was not in the mood to eat.
Yet, at 7 pm, I ate dinner alone
And thought, maybe I should've just ate with them.
At 8 pm, I went straight to some bar.
Some guy approached me by 9 pm.
We talked and talked until it was 11,
then he finally offered to take me home.
He drove and parked somewhere close to my dorm.
We talked some more before he ended up kissing me by 12.
And I found myself leaving, all messed up and confused, at 1 am.
I stared at the starry sky and appreciated their light
Until it was 2 am; I walked towards my dorm.
The moral of this: Well, I'm not sure.
But I'm pretty sure these precious hours could've been productive
And somewhat happy if I hadn't been so deep in depression.