Trigger Warning: Mentions of self-harm, worthlessness, suicide.
POV: Lance - 2:00am
As usual, I am still awake staring aimlessly at the roof in my room, what for? Who knows.
I am so tired and not the tired that can be fixed with sleep but the tired that weights down your whole body, begging you to just end it.
For months now I have just wanted to fall asleep and never wake up, I want to die in my sleep. I hate life. Though I'd never tell The Team.
This world isn't for me, it never has been, and yet I still stay. Why?
For a lot of my life I have known that I'm just a waist of space, I hate this world and that I don't belong. I'm still here fighting, fighting for what?
I don't know.
They don't need me I'm just around to form Voltron and that's it. I'm never good enough, everyone has something that they can contribute to the team, Pidge and her amazing computer skill, Shiro and his leadership, Keith and his fighting, but what do I do? Nothing but stupid jokes and flirting. I'm useless.
I want to give up so badly, I want everything to stop, just for it to be quite. Like when you sleep how there is nothing, no sound, no feeling, no thinking, nothing. Just peace.
Then I realised why don't I, there's no one stopping me, because well let's be honest no one cares.
I weakly make my way to the bathroom, once there I grab the only thing that gives me control, my old friend the razor.
Rolling up my sleeves I see the truth and I smile.
"Pathetic"
And with that said I bring the blade to my wrist.
I'm so done with everything.
I really don't care if I never wake up.
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FanfictionThis is a book that will consist of mostly stories about Lance (because he's my beautiful blue boy). Ships, AU's and Langst will make up most of the book. This will most likely be slow updates as I am not very good at writing. ⚠️Trigger Warnings⚠️ ...
