A true story

I know this might sound corny,
I know this might sound uncool.
But I'm still going to say,
about tomorrow and today,
things that are perfectly true.

Tomorrow is already the CTs,
yet I haven't touched my notes.
I'm going to be dead,
but it is my fate,
to go nowhere like asymptotes.

Today my world just collapsed,
when the last Maths lesson came.
I passed Quiz on Vectors,
worked on bloody factors,
but nothing will ever be the same.

For after today it's CTs,
meaning no more Chandru.
No more teaching or scolding,
or recording stuff worth quoting;
no more the fun part of school.

I wanna go to one corner,
specially to rot and die.
For life has no meaning,
and without integrating,
I can only weep and sigh.

Life has been difficult,
it has just become more so.
School doesn't care,
no one it will spare,
thanks to some unnamed asshole.

I never thought that I would,
ever come to this day.
It's not that I really want,
to put up a front,
and find some gay words to say.

This is the reality, that we all have to face.
It is the hard torture that is so commonplace.

Like it or not, you're going down.
The future's bleak and no one's around.

My beloved Maths periods, all gone in a flash.
Who's gonna get my calculus back, amid all the trash.

Life has no meaning, at least not for me.
I'm left to sigh, mope and drown in the sea.

Odd week, even week, they all have just gone.
I'm left to stare at my six Pokémon.

What will I do now that Chandru has left?
I am left with no choice but to think of death.

The only solution now that I see,
is just to mug for tomorrow's SS CT.
Before I pathetically fail,
and have another cause to wail,
I'll try to save myself, so pray for me.