The place is mired with hatred,
tangled with grievance.
The heart aches through throbbing beats,
painful for continuation.
The air is thick with controversy,
nobody engages.
The statements trails to an end,
denied of existence.
The four walls closes in,
no one's there to listen.
Outside, inside and very much within,
empty and desolated.

Who is there? How do we start? Where does it begin? Or is it the end?

With additional troubles that are impending after the exams, though it sounds ridiculous, i dun want exams to end.

I have damn low EQ. i hate myself. Why can't we be normal like everyone else?