I who am left must suffer for my toxic mind.
There is no pain, no sorrow, no suffering, no dihonour I have not sharared. I know I shall have to die of course - living in daily torment as I do. Who would not be glad to die?
If it be soon, so much the better.
My heart is long since dead.I am merely a slim figure walking a pointless existence, sucking the life out any near creature. I feel like some bird blown about by a storm!
But fear not. I shall find the little courage I have left and march into school, with my head held above my neck.