:My poem:

Deep inside I'm crying ;

but I try to act happy:

people fight and scream at me ;

and I don't know how to deal with it:

My mother is cruel a witch at heart;

she was the reason that Ragnorok was inside me for the start:

If I do wrong then I will get hurt ;

but when I see my black blood it brings me comfort:

with my heart that fills with wholes the only thinks I see;

Is the black blood that flows:

will comfort ever come back to me with this friendship I have?