Open letter to my university tutor

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dear tutor,


i was given a month

and a week extension 

on 2 assessments


because i should be okay once

 a month has passed

after all, after a month, at last

an 18 year old should be past losing her father:

a month is plenty of time, right?


and a week will make a difference to coursework i can't do

because a degree means nothing

when life means nothing to you

and people assume i'm bluffing

when i say instead of thinking about books and essays overdue

i'm thinking about killing myself


i want to drop out

not of university but of life

it's not as simple as handing in paperwork,

collecting your things, saying goodbye

to new friends you cared about

is it simpler?


i was made to scan a copy of my dad's death certificate

because i needed 'evidence' for my claim

or i won't be believed, my plead will be insignificant

do you realise how painful that is,

even looking at that document?

surely all the verification you need

lies in my lifeless eyes

pale, sleepless skin

shaking hands, cold inside

that you'll see on the rare occasion i attend a lecture


dear tutor, i'm a mess

most days i don't leave the flat

and some i don't even get dressed

i apologise if i'm failing, wasting

an opportunity i know i'm lucky to have

i worked so hard to get here

but i'm finding it too hard to stay here

on earth

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