: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?
