Just Kill Me Now

It was a very very hectic week for us.
Even when the school only lasted for three days,
Those Goddamn three days had been hellish.

Every day,
We came back to IPG when the sun sets down,
Near to 7 p.m.
And we had to do our short coursework,
Which Madam Suryani won't let us extend it,
Unlike other classes.

During the netball match,
I was scolded right in front of my fellow teachers,
In front of my students,
By a fucking stupid hotheaded mother,
Who couldn't accept that her daughter was losing the match.

I was mad,
I was frustrated,
I was angry,
I was so, 
So tired,
And there's nothing I could do about it.

Madam Zainab came to observe us today,
And I thought with the closing ceremony of netball match finally over,
We could relax a bit,
Spending the holiday with completing the EDU coursework.

Then I got the news Mr. Marzuki will come on next Sunday,
To observe my Science class.
I had no Science on Sunday.
I ran here and there,
Searching for teachers so I could exchange my schedule with theirs,
And I'm tired.
I just wants this to end.

This tiredness is different from previous practicals,
In Kuala Berang and Kuala Jengal.
It's a type of tiredness,
That drained me mentally,
Physically,
And even emotionally.
If I talk this to Mum or Dad,
I'd just get frustrated.

They don't understand. 

I just wanted to get run down by a vehicle.
So I could die.

I beg of you,

Just kill me now.

I'm done living.