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.