Transangelic Exodus (Mcyt Oneshots,Mostly Angst)

11;who will dry your eyes, when it falls apart?

Huge vent fic :')

Who will dry your eyes,when it falls apart?

Tw:cutting,self harm,self deprecating thoughts, suicide,referenced suicide. Let me know if there's more
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a facade,that's all it really is. It's simple,innit?

The loud and annoying laughter,the jokes and bits dragged to the ground,the 'colorful' language,it was all a facade. Every bit of it.

Everyone hates you. he T̶h̶o̶u̶g̶h̶t̶ knew.

They want you dead! He T̶h̶o̶u̶g̶h̶t̶

The facade that nobody has seen through.

Tommy spent so long. So very long building the walls around his heart,he couldn't let anyone in. He couldn't risk it,they'd leave him the second they found out about his issues. They'd treat him differently. But he wants help,to be better. He tried to ask his parents.

They had looked at him like how they would to a monster,like a feral animal who would snap any second. Like a china cabinet in an earthquake.

"I'm not a monster,I'm a person. I'm not an animal I'm a person"

He'd sob to himself at night,hugging his pillow tightly. Oh how he wishes there was someone who knew,who would help him,care for him.

All he wanted was confinement in a person. But all he could find confinement in was a dulled blade or his sharp nails. Maybe a pair of kitchen siscors. He found confinement in the rythmatic way the crimson liquid pit-pattered on the ground.

Maybe he shouldn't have. Maybe he should've reached out.

He decided this when he was sitting in a bath,fully clothed as ice cold water was on the verge of overflowing the bath. The water instantly turning deep red as the cuts lining his stomach,legs,and arms bled.

He closed his eyes,ignoring the rings and dings of his phone laying in the sink. Probably from the message he sent everyone, reassuring them it wasn't their fault.

Maybe he felt a little bit of guilt,he decided it was to late as he closed his eyes for the last time.