My head is bigger, bolder, new

My skin is cold and black and blue

The ice is freezing in my hands

Before you get angry count from 10

I didn't want to grab or push

To turn your teeth back into mush

Of course you ended up just fine

My days off the campus, only 9

My words were sharp like little spears

The kids will remember my name for years

The "quiet kid" as is my fate

I'm sorry for the ground you 8

I felt a rush, I had to hit

You yelled "Toro" I couldn't quit

Could I get into heaven still

For I was only 7, Will

I hope this feeling doesn't chase

I'll drown it in the river Styx

If anger tries to haunt my death

I'll push its head for minutes, 6

When I got back to school that day

Twas like the halls were rivers dried

They made a path for me to walk

alone at last, count down from 5

4 written notes, apologies

4 times alone, just you and me

4 paper planes thrown at my head

4 times you made me count from ten

3 phones were out, 3 flashes chase

3 pictures of your bloody face

3 notes I had to write from this

2 sentences I have to write

all on the chalkboard in bright white

1 set of 10 should be 100