Voices In The Halls

In the same halls I was supposed to feel safe my brain was traumatized so bad I could never walk down them again. The people who promised to protect me were the same people who turned their backs on me when I was crying for help. Classrooms where I was supposed to learn became the only place I could sleep. In the gym I was supposed to graduate in I was sexually assaulted and became a target for others. The place where I was supposed to meet my lifelong friends was the place where I met the people who would hurt me more than I ever thought was possible. The science wing was no longer the science wing, it became the hallway where the paramedics came to save me after I tried to leave the world. Kids I was taught to avoid my whole life soon became my biggest comfort and greatest protection. I no longer used my hands to write with a pencil and type up my english homework. Instead i used them to throw punches and hide my face. The place where I was supposed to become someone I became a monster. Lunch hour was no longer a lunch hour but a time to hide and smoke away the pain. Teachers who were supposed to be an encouragement no longer gave me the time of day as I was too much of a burden on them. High school was the place where I was supposed to start my life not the place that would cause me so much pain I would want to end it. The halls of my high school taught me what pain is and how bad it can really get. That building is no longer just a building and its halls are so much more than halls. Every brick in that building tells a different story and not a single one of them is a happy one. The halls are screaming with the truth but the only issue is no one seems to want to listen.