“This is the first day they have let Me outside
to smoke upon the benches, unsupervised.
I overdosed… slightly.
‘Cry For Help’ they call it?
Ridicule My suffering with crap terminology!
I am not like everyone else on that Ward…
with their broken homes, abuse thingy’s and poverty.
I am not going to apologize for being born into comfort.
I have problems too… Mother thinks only of herself
and Daddy doesn’t put his foot down enough
and when he does… I scream him into absolute tears.
They’ve nearly divorced three times because of Me…
push Me and I shall finish them off properly.
Anyway, this ‘Boy’ rejected Me?
Can you believe it?… I know right!
He’s not even that cute anymore…
I have never been so embarrassed in all My life
and he is the only one who’s not called to ask after Me.”
“Did you try being nice to him?”
“Pardon? Charming! What a horrible thing to say.
But, I guess that attitude is the reason
that your flower vase is always empty
and that you will die exactly the same way
as you spend visiting times… completely and utterly alone!”