I inhaled the sorrows of the world and exhaled my very own happiness. Like a deflated ball, I'm losing myself, my functions, my purpose. I question my existence. The emptiness and hollowness in my chest reminds me I'm not whole, with three quarters of my will to live vaporizing through these open wounds. I took a deep, hard breath. The bullies are waiting for me to come out. I don't ever want to leave my house but I'll have to face them eventually. I may be empty inside but that does not mean I have space for them to dump all their anger and unhappiness inside me. I slid my fingers through my hair, tensed my hands and grabbed my head. I want to scream but I do not want my loved ones to see me like this. Tears cascaded down my cheeks. Time is ticking. It won't be long till the sun rises and I'll have to go to school. Maybe if I'm shattered enough my soul will finally be set free. The wolves howled in empathy and the moon frowned in disapproval. I'm sorry. I've had enough.  I'm broken beyond repair. I'm useless and I need to be discarded from this world sooner or later. I looked out of my window. Dear star, if I could just make one last wish, can I ask that everyone will be just a little kinder?