Langst One-shots

What's wrong?

Author's notes: Sorry some swearing, thanks for reaadding. :)

What's wrong with me?

Why do I feel like this?

Why do I feel

like a piece of useless shit in a garbage dump ready to be deposed?

Serving no purpose at all?

I have a family,

I have friends,

I have everything that anybody could have.

A healthy family,

a happy family,

food on the table,

happiness.

And yet.............

why do I feel like this?

I feel so god damn stupid,

so god damn dumb

so fucking disgusting

so despicable that no one would want to look at me.

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"Hey guys! I'm back with another video,"

The boy on the other side of the screen smiles. Lance smiles.

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"This is a serious problem that is not a joke and shouldn't be taken lightly. That being said, if any of you guys need help, I've put some links in the description below if you ever want to talk."

As the words fell from his mouth, something wet was against his cheeks. Lance raised his fingers to touch the liquid.

Salty, warm tears.

Tears?

Why was he crying?

That's right,

he was a serious problem.

He felt an ache in his chest as he rolled over to his side on the bed turning the phone with him as well. He gave out an uneven sigh as fresh glossy dew drop like-tears clung to his eyelashes. He buried his head into the pillow with hopes of drying his eyes, but his puffy lids were a different story. 

He wondered why he had begun to cry.

He wondered if it was his bodies way of pleading for help.

Pleading to be helped and cured from this torture.

There wasn't anything wrong with him.

He was perfectly healthy.

So why was it, that his body did quiet the opposite?

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"Lance! Why are you always late?" Allura asked in an annoyed tone.

"I'm sorry I-"

"Whatever let's just get on with it." She huffed.

Something wet,