That's all I ever do in these classes;
I memorize
I never learn
I simply carve things on the edge of my mind
Only for them to fade away after the week long war
The unfortunate thing is that these memories die in these short battles that I have to live through every single week
It doesn't end for me

I sit in these classrooms feeling my soul taking punches
Being bruised constantly
Never fully healing

I spend my days in these classrooms surrounded by halls that I wait to escape from
Only to have to come and spend my time doing homework

I swear one day though
It will end