Why... (voltron angst)

Langst: Words are like knives

Tw: suicide

Words are like knives. Throw them and someone gets hurt.

idiot

Whore

Bastard

Bitch

Irrelevant

Ignored

Failure

These are the words that reminded Lance who he was and where he stood as a person. Lance was never the type to be negative. He was always happy. At least that's what they thought. He didn't want anyone to worry, he didn't need anyone to worry. He wanted  them to be happy. He needed  them to be happy. His smile was forced, his eyes were dull. He flirted with everyone because he wanted a purpose. He wanted to be normal. He wanted to feel okay. He needed  to feel okay. He knew he was depressed. He didn't  want to admit it. Only one person ever  saw him cry. That was his sister, the night his best friend, Krystyna, was murdered.

***

Words are like knives. Throw them and someone gets hurt.

Useless

Fake

Ugly

Slut

Liar

Stupid

Lonely

When Lance was accepted into the Galaxy Garrison he didn't think much of it. Other than a chance to either make friends or be bullied. He made two friends, Hunk Garret and Pidge Gunderson. These two People made Lance feel happy. Happy he had friends. Happy to make others smile, too. But, Lance quickly learned his behavior wasn't the most appropriate for the Garrison. Iverson always yelling at him. The rivalry between himself and Keith. Keith. "The only reason you're here is because the best pilot in your class had a discipline issue and dropped out!". Lance never showed any signs of being hurt emotionally. Not even when Pidge and Hunk ignored him.

***

Words are like knives. Throw them and someone gets hurt.

Fuck up

Disappointment

Untrustworthy

Worthless

Scumbag

Discusting

Helpless

Pidge and Hunk didn't know what Lance was going through. Lance was okay, he didn't mind not being noticed. I mean, no one cared about him so what harm can be done, right? But then Lance is shot into space with people he thought he'd never see again. Keith and Shiro. Shiro being an idol, and Keith being an old friend. "Who are you?" "The names Lance... we were in the same class at the Garrison?" "Oh wait I remember you.. You're a cargo pilot." Lance wasn't surprised he didn't remember him.

***

Words are like knives. Throw them and someone gets hurt.

Train more

Weak

Lazy

Goofball

Unhelpful

Replaceable

Unwanted

Unneeded

Bad pilot

7th Wheel

These words are what Lance defined himself by. Lance tried not to cry at night. Why? Because this was his family. He needed  them to be happy. He needed  them to smile. He needed  them to feel okay. He heard Allura and Shiro talking about him in the dining hall. "Blue can choose a Better paladin..".  Lance stopped. Of course they'd say that. He was done. Just, so done with everything.

***

Words are like knives. Throw them and someone gets hurt.

I'm sorry guys.

I mean it's not like I mattered, because if I did wouldn't you have noticed my pain?

I bet now that I'm dead you think about everything that you said.

And how much words affect people?

How words are like knives? 

I don't care if you all forget me, I've already lost one family. One more family won't miss me.

So, I just wanted to let you all know that, no matter how much you did or didn't care about me. I loved you. I needed you all to be happy, and smile.

I know Blue can just choose a new Paladin because hey, she chose me. If she chose me then I think she can chose someone much better than me.

I'm running out of space to write,

So this is it huh? haha... how funny to think that i would ever be happy...

Goodbye.

- Lance McClain

***

The words Lance was killed by, were the words his friends and family  said to him.

***

But don't you know?

Your words can be knives.

So, be careful what you say

Because your words, are more powerful than you think.

If you aren't careful, you can hurt someone.

If anyone would have been careful of what they said to Lance.

They could have avoided his suicide.

And, Just because the roses are red and the violets are blue,

doesn't mean everything is okay.

                                                                          The  Roses are red

                                                                           Violets are blue

                                                                            Sugar is sweet

                                                                            and so was he

                                                                     But the Roses have wilted,

                                                                          the Violets are dead,

                                                                    The sugar bowl is empty

                                                                 and his wrist were stained red.

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