The School Of Self Destruction
Elizabeth.
Just like the academy in X-men, we, the "talented" students, live in a giant mansion,
a school, devoted purely to us.
But not nearly as cool.
None of us can walk through walls, or freeze people, or turn to metal.
None of us have special powers.
Except maybe a flair for the over dramatic.
We all want something.
It's never the same for anyone.
Some of us want to be happy.
Some of us just want to be left alone.
The same can be said for all of mankind I think.
We are all in Saint Jude's for a reason.
There's a girl down the hall who has a scar circling her left wrist.
The healed skin is pale and puckered from badly sewn stitches.
A permanent mark of her failed attempt to cut off her own hand.
Most of us though, don't have such interesting stories.
We are merely the children of abuse, depression and apathy.
Children of a world that no longer cares.
Victims of a world that no longer cares.
My name is Elizabeth Hanson,
and I just want to be the best.
a school, devoted purely to us.
But not nearly as cool.
None of us can walk through walls, or freeze people, or turn to metal.
None of us have special powers.
Except maybe a flair for the over dramatic.
We all want something.
It's never the same for anyone.
Some of us want to be happy.
Some of us just want to be left alone.
The same can be said for all of mankind I think.
We are all in Saint Jude's for a reason.
There's a girl down the hall who has a scar circling her left wrist.
The healed skin is pale and puckered from badly sewn stitches.
A permanent mark of her failed attempt to cut off her own hand.
Most of us though, don't have such interesting stories.
We are merely the children of abuse, depression and apathy.
Children of a world that no longer cares.
Victims of a world that no longer cares.
My name is Elizabeth Hanson,
and I just want to be the best.