A/N: The tragedy that is Asuka Langley Soryu is heart-wrenching. Only poetry does it justice.
Broken Dreams, Broken Mind
I thought I could win.
I thought I was the best.
I was the best.
How did that change?
How could I let it change?
Was it my fault?
Why did it choose me?
I didn't deserve the pain.
It made me lose.
I couldn't stand my ground.
I was weak.
I am weak.
I lost.
Now, what is left?
I am far from home.
My family is gone.
My friends are liars.
They don't care.
They don't know.
I am afraid of everything.
That drives me to hate.
Why?
Why do I hate?
I do not enjoy it?
It hurts me.
It hurts others, others I love.
I think I love them, but I push them all away.
If only they knew.
If only they could feel the pain.
Then, I would respect them.
Then, we would be equal.
But we are not.
I cannot let them suffer.
That's what I tried to do.
I tried to protect them.
If I had won, the pain could be justified.
But I lost.
Now, there is nothing left.
I am out of place.
This world has used me.
Darkness is coming.
