A/N: Ahh… another songfic, another disclaimer. I do not own anything,
except this idea. There. Happy?
Waste
Earlier today I was really happy. I could have eaten a gallon of ice cream easily. I could have skipped home from school, and gotten weird looks. But not now. When I got home, the phone rang.
"Hello? Is Yamato there?"
"Yes, this is he what can I do for you?"
The woman's voice quivered.
"You were a friend of my son Taichi right?"
"Yeah, he's my best friend."
I shifted my weight uneasily from foot to foot, afraid of what is going to happen
"Um, Yamato? He died this afternoon."
Instantly I paled and swallowed hard. She continued.
"I found him on his bed when I came home from some errands. There was a razor in his hand and his wrist was bloody."
I nearly dropped the phone I was so shocked. He was such a happy guy. A little sad at times, but nothing a milkshake couldn't cure. I stuttered.
"Mrs. Yagami? I have to go, good-bye." Time seemed to slow. I sank down onto the floor, tears streaming down my face. I dried my face, and slipped my shoes on and ran out. I went to the small portable that my band used for rehearsal. I pulled out my favorite CD, Break the Cycle, and put it in the player. I just wanted to blast the music and be alone.
Your mother came up to me
She wanted answers only she should know
Only she should know
It wasn't easy to deal with the tears that rolled down her face
I had no answers 'cause I didn't even know you
But these words, they can't replace
The life you
The life you waste
How could you paint this picture?
Was life as bad as it should seem?
That there were no more options for you?
I can't explain how I feel
I've been there many times before
I've tasted the cold steel of my life
Crashing down upon me
But these words, they can't replace
The life you
The life you waste
Did Daddy not love you?
Or did he love you just too much?
Did he control you?
Did he live through you at your own cost?
Did he leave no questions for you to answer on your own?
Well f**k them
And f**k her
And f**k him
And f**k you
For not having the strength in your heart
To pull through
I've had doubts
I have failed
I'm f**ked up
I have plans
Doesn't mean I should take
My life with my own hands
But these words, they can't replace
The life you
The life you waste
But these words, they can't replace
The life you
The life you waste.
I find a rusty old razor in the back and picked it up. As it nears my flesh, I think, 'I'm coming Taichi, I'm coming'
A/N: Well, that was depressing. *shrugs* oh well. As if Yamato has enough angst. R&R!
Waste
Earlier today I was really happy. I could have eaten a gallon of ice cream easily. I could have skipped home from school, and gotten weird looks. But not now. When I got home, the phone rang.
"Hello? Is Yamato there?"
"Yes, this is he what can I do for you?"
The woman's voice quivered.
"You were a friend of my son Taichi right?"
"Yeah, he's my best friend."
I shifted my weight uneasily from foot to foot, afraid of what is going to happen
"Um, Yamato? He died this afternoon."
Instantly I paled and swallowed hard. She continued.
"I found him on his bed when I came home from some errands. There was a razor in his hand and his wrist was bloody."
I nearly dropped the phone I was so shocked. He was such a happy guy. A little sad at times, but nothing a milkshake couldn't cure. I stuttered.
"Mrs. Yagami? I have to go, good-bye." Time seemed to slow. I sank down onto the floor, tears streaming down my face. I dried my face, and slipped my shoes on and ran out. I went to the small portable that my band used for rehearsal. I pulled out my favorite CD, Break the Cycle, and put it in the player. I just wanted to blast the music and be alone.
Your mother came up to me
She wanted answers only she should know
Only she should know
It wasn't easy to deal with the tears that rolled down her face
I had no answers 'cause I didn't even know you
But these words, they can't replace
The life you
The life you waste
How could you paint this picture?
Was life as bad as it should seem?
That there were no more options for you?
I can't explain how I feel
I've been there many times before
I've tasted the cold steel of my life
Crashing down upon me
But these words, they can't replace
The life you
The life you waste
Did Daddy not love you?
Or did he love you just too much?
Did he control you?
Did he live through you at your own cost?
Did he leave no questions for you to answer on your own?
Well f**k them
And f**k her
And f**k him
And f**k you
For not having the strength in your heart
To pull through
I've had doubts
I have failed
I'm f**ked up
I have plans
Doesn't mean I should take
My life with my own hands
But these words, they can't replace
The life you
The life you waste
But these words, they can't replace
The life you
The life you waste.
I find a rusty old razor in the back and picked it up. As it nears my flesh, I think, 'I'm coming Taichi, I'm coming'
A/N: Well, that was depressing. *shrugs* oh well. As if Yamato has enough angst. R&R!