as i run down the halls every witch way i turn all i can hear is abuse flying at me from all around,
with each name a little shard of my hope that  things will get better
that one day i'll find happiness,
it starts to leave me one shard at a time an till all that is left is a drip of what used to be a ocean
the closer i get the more names I'm called the more i just want to fall in to  obis and stay there
away from abuse
away from hope
away from the world

i reach my room
collapsing on my bed my last shards of hope drip down my face within my last tear, i mutter two simple words with my last breath
"i'm sorry"