Sanscest oneshots

Crossmare-Everything

So many drafts and I'm to lazy oh no-

Everything I try to say,

Seems cut off with ever word I try to say.

It just seems hopeless when I try to tell for help.

It always seems impossible because it feels like your slowly drowning in a body ocean of water.

"Hey Ugly How was your day?" Cross grinned. "It went great! Thanks" Cross answered.

Voices in my head.

Screaming out every time I lead.

Blood trails wherever I go.

Cross went to Dust. "Hey? where's Nightmare?" Cross asked. "Didn't you hear? Nightmare and Muffet are dating."

Seems like it goes worse day by day.

Anxiety wherever I try to hide.

Seems it can't be push aside.

"Hey Worthless didn't you head? nightmare and Muffet are dating! They seem to be a great OTP to me! Whatcha think?" Ink grinned.

"Y-Yeah totally." Cross nervously laughed.

Voices in my head.

Wherever I Said.

It gets twisted around

"I'm important." "But your not important" "your wrong they do care." "Your wrong they never cared." "No... I am loved..." "you were never loved in the FIRST PLACE..."

Those toxic words in my head.

Bullets shooting through.

Am I such a fool?

"Hey Cross? You didn't know Answer was B?" "You failed the exam? It's so easy though." "Why would you think about Nightmare. They both seem a great couple ya know?" "Pfff... as if you would."

"YOUR NOT EVEN IMPORTANT."

"C-Cross I'm sorry." Blue stuttered. "I'm fine." Cross stood up from the lunch table. "Besides all of you don't even know what I'm actually feeling so why try." Cross walked away.

Voices in my head.

Screaming out everytime I Said.

Blood trails wherever I go.

Cross was crying in the hallway. Hugging himself. He accepted everything that he was worthless and not cared for. He never deserved anything. Why was he even born in the first place.

Seems like it goes worse day by day.

It seems all like childplay.

In fact it happened every single day.

Cross felt like he was up for hours. Like he was never gonna fall asleep. That he was never going to heal so he should stop trying.

So he just did what he needed to.

But soon I will do what you say.

I will take my life.

And I will be out of your sight.

Cross was dead.

Nightmare was devastated.

Everyone was.

They all felt guilty.

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