Sunday, June 16, 2013

Father's Day

I couldn't help it.

Before I knew it, tears were rolling down my face.

Fuel added to the fire of grief that really didn't need it.

I couldn't even bring myself to go through the empty motions of daily life,

I couldn't even maintain a facade,

Put up a front,

Be Kira.

I wonder how many of the criminals I killed were fathers,

How many children were feeling this way because of me?

I flung myself onto the bed and cried.

Cried and cried and cried.

Because that was the only way to make the pain in my chest go away,

Because Soichiro Yagami was a person worthy of tears,

Because he might still be here,

If I had taken the eyes,

Or if I hadn't become Kira.

So I cried because both Grief and Guilt would be the end of me if I didn't.