Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who. Or anything else I might mention in passing.
A/N: LOL, so I said that 'Remembrance' was my twenty first story, then I went and deleted a story I had on hiatus, so actually this is my twenty first story. Only it's not a story, it's a poem. Specifically, a poem about John Hurt's Doctor, inspired partly by the songs Cosmic Love and Bleed Red and mostly by my own imagination.
And yes, the title is a pun. Deal with it.
Hurt
Souls and hearts and promises broken
Nothing but death and horror to see
So much for all that pointless false hoping
That someone just might forgive me
A long life of being condemned and ignored
By my future and present and past
Left in the darkness all ruined and flawed
But who said this was going to last
For if they see fit to simply abandon
Me within this self-made hell
With no care and comfort how can
They expect me to be an angel
Right now death would be a release
From this self-inflicted pain
I did what I had to for sanity and peace
Somebody tell me it wasn't in vain
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A/N: I feel sorry for Hurt-Doctor, or as I call him, Will. Because he had the strength of will to break the promise and do what he had to do to save the universe. If the rumours are true and this (alternate?) version of the Doctor is the one from the Time War, then he was born and lived through hell and no-one helped him. He's forced to do something terrible, gets removed from his own timeline and condemned by his future selves; I won't be surprised if he becomes the Valeyard in the Fiftieth Anniversary. I almost think the Doctor deserves it.