Jumping through the lines

When the laughter burnt out the young feelings were less inspired, A common goal to endure the pain, wanting the blood to drip down like tears only from the confines of my veins, wondering what love and pride in myself would feel like, I'm blind to the color and wisdom of life and the the real world, I want to be found not forgotten yet I am devoured by the defying lines on the page, unable to smile my lips are cold and bare, I can hear that pride of lions itching to tear me apart,
Who are they.
They are the bullies the interrogators and instigators they soar through the schools on their high horses lending the weak breaths of horrible words, ugliness lurking in their mocking faces thrown at these poor hurt souls the option of pills circling in their heads attacking the brain like flies on a fresh carcass, force medicating these children while they disintegrate to ash!