Everybody Hurts

When the day is long and the night, the night is yours alone,

WHAM! Cyborg delivered another blow to the punching bag. He hit again harder, and then harder still. Finally, with one blow, he knocked it off its hook and blasted it into the wall. Normally, this would have been an achievement for him. But now, it didn't feel like anything. Cyborg sighed; frankly, he didn't know what to make of anything anymore. Ever since Terra, nothing about the world made sense to him. He had never been good at letting his emotions out, and now he had all these feeling bottled up inside.

When you're sure you've had enough of this life, well hang on.

Don't let yourself go, everybody cries and everybody hurts sometimes.

Cyborg knew Terra had been a traitor, that she had sold them out. But even when they had fought, he hadn't been able to completely hate her. There was a spark within him, that kept telling him that he should be trying to help her. But it was wrong. It had to be.

Sometimes everything is wrong. Now it's time to sing along.
When your day is night alone, (hold on, hold on)
If you feel like letting go, (hold on)
When you think you've had too much of this life, well hang on.

I'm kidding myself. he thought suddenly. He did know where that spark had come from. Cy looked down at his hands, made of metal and bone. That was where the spark come from. From the metal body that had been his for so long now. He remembered he first had it. The people who stared at him on the streets, the feelings of fear loathing that came from them, and himself. The loss of so much of his humanity and of all the things he'd held dear. He remembered it like it was yesterday. He had been ready to just be alone, for the rest of his life. But then, he had met the Titans; people like him, people who different from everybody else. He smiled, remembering the joy he had felt, at finally getting a family that he felt a part of again.

Everybody hurts. Take comfort in your friends.
Everybody hurts. Don't throw your hand. Oh, no. Don't throw your hand.
If you feel like you're alone, no, no, no, you are not alone

That was why. He felt sorry for her, even now, because Terra had been so much like him. She had been an outcast, not because of what she looked like, but because of what she could do. Both of them had been given great gifts, and those gifts had made them outcasts. But he had found a family early on, and she had been alone for so long. Maybe that, more anything else had driven her away from them. But why hadn't he seen it? Why hadn't he recognized those feelings that had been such a part of himself once?

If you're on your own in this life, the days and nights are long,
When you think you've had too much of this life to hang on.

He just wished.. that he had been able to talk to her about it. To make her, and maybe himself understand that finding those close friends was all you could do, and then you had to hold tight. Because family was so very hard to find, and they would always be there, if you needed them. Cyborg thought about it, as he felt a tear begin to run down his human cheek.

Well, everybody hurts sometimes,
Everybody cries. And everybody hurts sometimes.
And everybody hurts sometimes. So, hold on, hold on.
Hold on, hold on. Hold on, hold on. Hold on, hold on.