Sitting in the schoolbench
alone in this room
filled with familiar unfamiliar faces
Never talking
always noise
always watching very close
listening to these speeches
Bleeding my arms
insanity lies in the corner of this room
and it crawls closer to me
tick... tick.. tick..
seconds aren't what they seem
hours aren't real
time is a illusion in this room
Only the ritual
pen on papper
writing numbers
writing letters that don't make words
No drawings
No poems
Yes sir
No madam
tick... tick... tick
Over and over again
bell goes
new place
same ritual
numbers
letters
no creativity
is seen in here
alone I sit
with my clasmates
doing the same ritual
that they call fun
what they call
School
May 11, 2015
May 11, 2015 at 5:31 AM UTC
Sitting in the schoolbench
alone in this room
filled with familiar unfamiliar faces
Never talking
always noise
always watching very close
listening to these speeches
Bleeding my arms
insanity lies in the corner of this room
and it crawls closer to me
tick... tick.. tick..
seconds aren't what they seem
hours aren't real
time is a illusion in this room
Only the ritual
pen on papper
writing numbers
writing letters that don't make words
No drawings
No poems
Yes sir
No madam
tick... tick... tick
Over and over again
bell goes
new place
same ritual
numbers
letters
no creativity
is seen in here
alone I sit
with my clasmates
doing the same ritual
that they call fun
what they call
School
I'm there right now
twitching and shaking
get me out of here...
please...
