Why? Why am I being like this?
Do I want to feel the sun on my back? Yes
But yet, it feels like my world is tearing apart…
The weather keeps changing, right now it's sad
Why did the devil do this to me?
I was his paper, he was my pen.
We were yin and yang
But then he pierced me, I ripped in half
And now, I'm slowly dying.
--Kendall M., 7th-8th Grade