TerratheRaccoon

     The gloom only grew, when I entered that room     That room of past yelling, of past screaming     The black chair of interrogation,  the black chair of doom     And when I sat down, I already started weeping     The confessions spilled out,  like a dropped glass of water     But I knew that there faces, would only get hotter     The echoes of my pain, the echoes of their anger     But I already knew I could not escape this danger     When they finally stopped,  My face was all scarred     But that was the beginning, I wouldn't get far     This battle just begun, it will never end     That's why there is you, whom I always w

I take requests. Trample me with them!

Let me put simple: My Childhood: Pokémon