I look at the small blade sitting in the palm of my hand, it's sharp edges reflecting in the little light my curtains let in.
They say they accept me. I slice into my wrist, feeling the sharp pain as it draws a bead of warm metallic red liquid out of the slit in my pale skin.
They lie. Another cut.
I'm not important. One more.
I'm a burden to everyone. I cut again, this time a tear running down my cheek, smudging my dark eyeshadow.
I'm weak.
Worthless.
They hate me.
They could be better off without me. With each slice I think about my "friends".
Roman hates me.
I hold him back.
Patton doesn't care about me
Like he cares for everyone else.
I'm nothing to him but hatred.
Logan fixes my mistakes.
I'm sure he hates to have to do so.
I have so many mistakes.
He can't fix them all.
When I come to Thomas I stop with my wrists and unzip my hoodie.
I hold him back.
I stop him from doing anything.
He's scared too much.
I'm scared too much.
He hates me the most.
Anxiety
The bag everyone has to carry.
I'm not important,
Not like they claimed.
I should just end it all.
They say the last minutes are hard, but mine are easy.
It's just a cut to myself,
Benefiting them all.
The curtains are closing,
The screen fades to black.
I'd rather just disappear,
And never come back.
I black out, leaving my torn chest and wrists to trickle blood for a while longer.
As I leave, I say "sorry." In a black, woeful goodbye.
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Darkness {A Sanders Sides Fanfiction}
Fanfiction🚨WARNING🚨 attempted suicide. If this triggers you or makes you uncomfortable do not read. Life hasn't always been easy for the Sides, but after an especially rough interaction they are left in a place only one person can pull them out of. This i...
