I'm Fi.
Hushabye baby, you're almost dead.
You don't have a pulse, and your pillow is red. Your family hates you, your friends let you bleed.
Sleep tight with a knife, cause it's all you need.
What if you were me, and I was you? How would you have felt if I did everything that you did while you had to sit there and watch? Could you imagine the feelings you’d have? The pain you’d be in? Could you ever put yourself in that position?