I can't sleep, I can't eat, I'm failing class, I can't be in a room full of people without panicking

I can't make myself get up even though I'm not sleeping to begin with, I can't make myself go to class

And sometimes I wish I could off myself and I hate it

And I'm all alone up here and I just can barely take it anymore

And my relatives are all like, its almost over, a whole year!

But that doesn't mean anything to me anymore because its probably been the worst year of my entire life