Cigarettes, lilac skies and poetry at 3am: sixteen-year-old Pietro ''Pit'' Rossi knows the adrenaline of feeling empty and infinite at the same time. With the reputation of a goofy idiot who doesn't care about anything at all, getting held back at school doesn't seem like a problem. But it is. Because Pit cares about everything, and he always cares too much. [[word count: 70,000-80,000 words]]

(Highest rank; #162 in poetry) Inside my mind, There's a black void of emotions, Each eating me alive, I want to write them down, Before I die, So get warm and cosy, Because I'm about to reveal the contents, Inside my mind.