• Ever since I was little, I've been expected to do what I'm told.
    Now that I'm grown up, I can rely on myself with a boost.
    But I have an ever-present curse that has been with me since I can remember.
    I have suffered through torment, torture, and abuse.

    Not only that, but I have a dysfunctional family to boot:
    Two witches, my mother and aunt who are also a snake and spider.
    Not to metion a possible uncle who is a psycho chain saw.
    I don't know how to deal with pressure in my head.

    I know that my blood is black, an acidic ink that flows through me.
    It is a deadly venom when used in the proper way.
    It burns through paper when written and surfaces when spilled.
    My blood can be leathal and I must suffer for it.

    All the pain, sorrow, madness, and insatity won't heal the scar.
    It always opens up to unleash a being of terror.
    I just want friends to care for me, not push me away.
    I can be of help to Shibusen when needed.

    I am protected by my friends and my trusty sword Ragnarok.
    But no matter how much happiness is out there, there is pain to follow.
    I can only rely on friends and faculty to help me, I can get through.
    In my world, in my mind, there is only darkness and despair.

    There is little hope for me.
    Only just dead memories. crying sad cry emo