Make sure it was not in vain

Pain Tears Hope And desperation An emotional piece of rag That's what I've become Tears splash down on my books I smear my neatly written physics notes Down on my table I put my head slowly I hear those little voices "You can do better" they say "But how do I get myself out of this mess?" I ask The voices don't answer back Screaming inside I let out a meek little sigh Again, trying to swim against the rough sea of agony, my voice seething in anger, I call, "Care to answer back?" Then oh, I see my carefree, careless self look at me in wonder. She calls out teasingly "Is this really you? My girl's become serious" Breaking the restraint, my lips twitch revealing that little smile dancing on my lips. You see, I do love this life of mine; a bittersweet delight Dreams, little rays of hope, tear strained pages of those tiresome physics problems call me to make sure all of it was not in vain