Newton

Newton.
One trip.
Coming from seven letters.
And five fingers, upon which the stress was taken out on.
Newton.
If you add seven and five, you get 12.
Take away the one,
And you're left with
Two.
Two people who know it's for the best,
Two people who want this,
Who need this.
Newton.
A chance for new life.
A new high school.
Different people.
My story will never change,
It will always remain told
To the people here.
I've already
Flashbacked
For so many.
For all those that can relate to me here.
Can I flashback some more times?
Perhaps I can,
But it won't matter.
No one can relate
Or understand
The way they do here.
The hiding,
The horror,
The silenced sceams,
They've been through it all.
How many others have been?
Newton.
The change I need,
For a second chance
Before this story is
Read over
And over again
Eventually without emotion.
Newton.
A dead-end street,
Useful for long walks on those
Tough days.
And now I'm starting to hear
It.
Now Newton is calling to
Me.