Close your eyes feel the blood and flesh dripping form your mouth feeling the sweet revenge on your hands. Bullies that made you tears everyday with bruise on your face, refusing to look at yourself in mirror thinking what I did wrong to cause this pain. I don’t think there is a thing call love where all you see in this world is full of hate and dust falling from the darkness skies as shadows passing you by. Can’t help your body stop trembling of fear hearing little voices whispering you can’t do anything. But one day I let my demons took matter into my own hands feeling the anger building inside me. Smelling there blood from miles away feeling my hands through there thick skulls. And that when I realize this is where the river ends.

**By Jacob Cuadro