• Sometimes I feel cold and alone, knee deep in my wallowing misery.
    When a person calls me something mean, it hurts me- cuts me deep.
    I'm not like that at all.
    I'm sensitive to certain things, so watch what you say.

    Perhaps I should be in my dorm room, in Mr. Corner to weep these acidic tears of pain.
    The door is locked, so please knock, and maybe I'll let you in and we'll talk.
    I need someone to be by my side, a priest, a doctor, or the headmaster himself.
    They understand my feelings and what I go through.

    I've been through enough abuse and torment from my mother- I don't need anymore.

    *stands up, goes to the sink, Ragnarok comes out.*

    I don't want anymore pain, I don't want anymore suffering.

    *takes a few steps back*

    Screech alpha! *attack shatters mirror*

    Scream renasonce! *sound waves shatter sink*

    I need some comfort. *breaks into tears* crying emo cry