I'm a monster

But they made me this way. It's all their fault that Solus is shredded and torn. If it weren't for them, I never would have had to put my scissors on him. If it weren't for them I could have kept it together. If it weren't for them I could have gone on pretending I was happy again.
But now I can't. I can't go back and take back all of the horrible gashes in Solus's fur. Or all the stuffing that's all over my bed. I can't fix myself anymore, now I'm broken, and a monster.
I can't go back.
So tonight I'll sleep in the closet, and tomorrow I'll leave.