What next?

These are the words that are currently rattling inside of my mind, not a usual poem but it's something.

I am struggling. Deeply struggling, I don't know what I am doing with my life. University is almost over, although it feels even more stressful than the last 2 years combined. What do I do next? What am I destined to become? My life is made up of a series of failures and mediocre accomplishments. I would hardly call them accomplishments. My life is mundane and my soul aches for more, I want to do more, be more, but what is stopping me? Is it myself? What is it? I feel as though the entire universe has banded together to work agains't me. I am exhausted. I cannot keep trying only to fall flat and break down. Everything I do, turns to s**t even when I mean well. I am tired of trying, but I will not give up. I will simply exist. 

Reviews

[alanwgraham]

Thanks for sharing this your powerful piece of writing. First thing is that there many others going through the same feelings and thoughts. I can identify a lot with many of your feelings that I experienced myself in my final year at uni'. I've explored a lot of my own feelings and how they have impinged on my life and tried to write about them. One thing I've found is that you never know whats ahead apart from the 'final curtain'. I've written a story called 'The meeting' about an imaginary meeting between myself now and me as a student. If you'd like to look.
All the best,
Alan