WARNING HEAVILY IMPLIED THEMES.
I was in kinda a mood and wanted to vent out. In a way this is like me speaking through Allen.I actually started writing this by using Allen as kinda a filter but it kinda turned into my own thoughts after a couple words. Writing is helping me a lot.
I don't own Dgrayman
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I only tried to help. I sacrificed everything for them. Gave everything up.
I dont care anymore. What is life? Why am i alive? I don't ask to be alive.
Those pitying eyes. STOP IT. I DONT WANT TO SEE THEM.
Stop expecting things from me. I dont deserve it.
Why do you love me?
They don't need me. They have made it painfully clear. Nothing i do makes any difference
Ive thought about it my whole life and i realize this world doesnt need me.
Can i die? No one would care. Seeing their sad faces is too much to bear.
I cant help anyone at all.
Like the trash i am you should forget about me.
That knife was taken from me as well.
I can't punish myself.
That pain makes it worth it.
Im such a sadist
Can i go now?
Breathings comes out in short bursts.
Hands shaking.
Eyes burning.
"Welcome to Hell" he greets me.
I smile and take his hand.