Sans x Depressed Reader...

Blood

( Sans POV

why is she covered in so much blood...ima ask her

"Hay kid...."shes responds in with a "yes.."
"Why are you covered in so much blood...?are you....hurt?...
Shes responds"yeah...im hurt a lot actually...its cause of the fall . . ."

(L A T E R after shes covered in bandages ecept for her arms cause she said that her arms are good even tho they had c u t s on her)

(Y/N POV)

Im lucky that they didnt look at my arms...

I go into waterfall and see a piano....

I start to play a song...

............My "Friends always tell me I get carried away..

sometimes I spit when I talk cause I have so much to say..

they dont seem to hear me...but I guess thats ok,its not their fault my minds working overtime with no pay..

they always say the samethings and its starting toget old. That I cant get sick,that I cant catch a cold.

I scratch and I pick my insecurities poke.my fears,my anxiety..a voice that provokes.

take a walk through your head,breath then count to ten..
Cause on the first page of life written in red.youll never make it here..if you dont learn how to bend

Dont speak unless youve spoken to a little girl

Someday you will find your place in the world..

But ladys dont get dirty,someday youll learn to fill the E M P T Y S P A C E...with E M P T Y F A I T H....

everyday feels like a battle and I always get hurt...

i was frequently told vilonce wasnt the anwser...

But life doesnt apply by a rules of a child..

I dont know how to fight...only taught how to surrender...

theirs a certain kind of darkness..that does a reaping..

it usually takes you right before you are sleeping...

Is it the crack in the door and it finds a way to creep in..

Or the crack in your brain...

That WANTS YOU TO DROP D E A D..

I DONT REMEMBER WHAT ITS LIKE TO SEE WITH CLEAR VISION..

I AWAKE EVERY MORNING LIKE THE DEAD HAS ARISEN!!...

i dont have to think this body of mine is a P R I S O N..

YOU DONT CONTROL ME!I just gotta find the lightswitch.but the more that i look,the farther i get...your the only thing about me,that needs to be fixed..

Cause on the first page of life written in fine print.....

Stop looking for life...live it insted

(Chores)

...

My life is a M E S S.....but i love it nonetheless.....

They tell me to hush....but my words are all thats left......

So on the last page on life...

Written in gold.........dont waste it...always doing what your told.........

As you play the last notes of the song...some people clap for me...and.   t h e y     a r e.  .  .   .  .(#clifthanger!)