College or Hell?

A blank verse poem on the last month of my life.

Is this college or is this Hell?

Honestly I can't even tell

Every time I think I'm one step closer to my goal

I end up four steps too slow.

I stay up to late and wake up to early.

I push my mental health to the extreme

it's only been a month. 

I can't pay for books, and I can't open my mouth to my professors

I feel like trash for being so broke

Why am I trying to better myself if I'm just hurting myself?

Is this college or is this Hell?

I'd really like to be able to tell.

Author's Note

I enjoy constructive criticism. :D