I�¢ï¿½ï¿½m sitting in the corner,
Rocking backwards and forwards,
Tears streaming down my face.
I�¢ï¿½ï¿½m screaming and calling for someone to help me,
But no-one comes.
I wished to be alone,
And now that wish has come true.
Since there is no-one here to care about me,
Then no-one will miss me if I go.
I call upon the Angel of Death,
And ask her to take me.
As I start to fade,
I see all my friends and family.
Too late to say goodbye,
Too late to say sorry for being a mistake,
At least they will have a family with no mistakes.