Will I have to retake the exams?
Will I pass math?
Will I do better than 30/45?

I regret not taking myself far away
When I was seven
The first time I tried to go

Looking back
A variety of thoughts
A smile and a tear

I don't have the intelligence others have
I don't have the courage others have
I don't have a lot of things

What I do have is the love of pain
The love of seeing myself fall
I'd like to leave if it doesn't go well

To never stop falling is what I have brought myself to