The bell rang

The bell rang,

The noise it make, I hate. my heart heat and beat hardly

When my ears hear this sound. The sound enchor in my  brain

Rainy floods from inner overflow unstopple through eyes,

The wound never heals it stopped bleeding,  but when the bell ring

The wound bleeds again,  it stimulate encore of all act past

I feel the anxiety, anger, hate. I still hear the voices,

disgrace words, laughter. i can see frown faces gazed.

I can see my somber face and my red eyes leaking.

The environment  itself hated my presence, I hate.

Can the sound of the bell be silenced,

May my  brain and heart exonerate and forgive,

Can my brain discard this memory.