(rewrite) pain of school !!

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Sadness

The blood streamed in his eyes

the fiery tears of pain

his sorrows took him over

but they didnt play the game.



He leapt up off the tower  

was never seen again

He sat in the back of class  

did not raise his hand.



So when the teacher called

quite grimm,

starting to demand

He would start to pout and cry

students laughed at him.



They kept on laughing and making fun

until it went too far

he took a Stand and scolded them

with tears momentarily fading from his face

An expression forming that was quite bazaar...



"You all will wish you knew me

because i wouldnt have laughed at you

If you were in my place right now

just think of what youd do.



All the suffering you cause

and everything from here

It is all of your faults

Im nolonger enslaved

by your shackles."

(terrorizing fear)



Eerily quiet  

had grown the classroom

when suddenly

they heard a boom!



Slamming the door and taking off

he turned and ran in vain

thoughts of suicide running amok

raising from where they had lain.



Climbing up the latter  

tripping with disdain

bloody from the fall

his tears lost in the rain.



What he thought of next,

a smile crossed his face

His heart relentlessly beating

such a steady pace.



Falling into darkness

quite a tragic scene

James the young boy took his chance

falling like in dream....

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I bloody well hate school and wish they were all burned to the ground! cept for grades k-5th !!! those are ok.

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for the record james, i still love you.

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Ok, while reading this I was expecting a kid with a gun to show up. And actually, I thought it happened. I'm not sure if the boom is the door slamming or what. Actually, the second half is just confusing. Where'd the ladder come from?

"Slamming the door and taking off
he turned and ran in vain
thoughts of suicide running amok
raising from where they had lain."

That just lost me. I don't know James. You go from formal to informal, from narrative to metaphoric. I don't know what to say...