I'm going crazy, spazztic, psychotic, insane,
trying to calm these thoughts, these thoughts to tame.
Tell me how it's okay, tell me how it's alright
to dig a ******* needle in your arm, to rid yourself of light.  
This darkness, black as soot,
rots your core.

I can't even concentrate, I lose my train of thought. It trails off somewhere into the night, in a different direction, different path, anywhere else from here inside my head because let's face it, who would want to be here anyway?

I'm trying to understand why my life is the way it is, but have you ever gotten to the point where you're so completely stuck on one problem on that test that you skip it & move on to another problem? You're about ready to pull your hair out because you're rattling your brain trying to find the answer, so you just leave it blank & try the next one? Well what's the equivalent to this life? Where's the skip button, where's the "I can't do this anymore otherwise I'm going to put a bullet through my brain" button? I've been desperately trying to skip onto the next portion of this test, but I can't seem to ******* find the next page. I turn it over & it's one of those ******* essay questions where you're suppose to answer some ridiculous riddle. I'm starting to panic because I realize I've never been good with riddles & I fear what will happen if I can't figure this out. What will happen if I never find the answer to this riddle or the one before it?

I've never failed a test in my life, but there's a first time for everything.