I need to go back ...

I can not stand the tapping of the pencil against the paper of my proof. I wish I would finish this lesson soon, tomorrow I will be here again. Why do parents tell us to study every day?

I need to go back ...

Mrs. Da School's logo sounded, I rushed through the door and did not even see it when I went down the steps to escape from the old steel port falling apart.

After the last step, I was waiting for one foot and then the taste of Blood and asphalt mixed in my mouth. The kicks came from all sides. My skin burned and the flesh cried with each new blow.

I need to go back ... Do not Close ...

Fuck! A moment to the next, and a smile on the corner of my mouth where a trickle of warm blood dripped a malicious grin. Someone among the attackers cried out for having his foot torn in two.

Do not close ...

The world was aggressive, hostile and wanted to destroy me every second. Each of the times breathe a way to keep me inside, I control. Count to ... A joke of bad taste.

He fell, I stood up among everyone who froze in fear. It was me, it's me ... A sum of the outbreak, a pain made on the floor like the blood of the guilty now fleeing. It was the end.

Resuming ...

Now there were many who surrounded the attackers, I was the monster.

The victim between the guilty looks among the young people inherited from irresponsible parents who were cowed by a system of rules of right or wrong managing monsters, generating bodies in the morgue.

A rotten crop generating rotten people that neither the fertilizer is serving. Cruel, thieving and prejudiced. Thus we are taught inheriting the hatred of our parents for the parents of others, for the children of others.

We show our worst to the modes of payment and we become. Cowards ...

Do not close ...