Something i wrote after a paticlarly sad story.
They were all gone, they always left. If it was involuntary or not they always left, why won't fate be kind to me for once? I saved worlds, even the universe most of my long and tragic life. But everyone had to leave, every little human I had ever met had left! Even my own wife had to go off and die! Maybe I'm the problem. I take them away, show them everything, but that's not all! They have brave and make the hard choose or have it done for them. And I take them there. Im a tragedy magnet, there never a time where I save everyone without someone dying, if it's just a random thing in the wrong place at the wrong time or if it's someone I know. I just want to do good, I don't want to be lonely. But it's the best I can do for the universe, be lonely stop saving everyone, just let time play it's self out. I hurt more then I help, no one can help. I'm just the worthless, hopeless, murdering, hurting, Doctor.
Not the best thing, but hey I wrote it in a rush, isn't even edited!