Detentions, Attention.

Running and running
faster and faster
my breathing is increasing
I can feel my heartbeat
racing
faster
I can't breathe in this air
but I'm still trying
I can't see
Even if my eyes are open
I'm blinking but there still is nothing
nothing.
Nothing is wrong with me
I'm just running away
from them
and quickly
so they won't catch me
they won't touch me
they won't change me
change my mind
they can't change what I want to do
I don't like anything
I don't like this
life.
So they can't they let me
run?

Because there is a thing in my hand It's dull, black and my saviour. But they don't want my saviour to save me. Why? Why is this world wrong? For me. It's never been right, not even this air. I breathe. let my saviour come. Let it sing a sweet lullaby. I can't not defy.
The noise. Bang. And the mess it can make, the hearts it can break, the lives it can take. All for my sake.
Help? I don't know. I'm running and running. Faster and faster. My heartbeat racing. I can't breathe in this air and I'll just carry this stare. into the dark. My hand clutch tightly this I think for nightly. My chance to shine. I'm no longer in line. I need this so, I can close my eyes.
But still before I can murmer my goodbyes.