It'll be better tomorrow -Kuro

Slumped in the rain, wetness trickling in riverlets down my back and shirt, suit sticking to my skin. I wonder, why? Why am I dying? Why not somebody else? I don't realise until now that I've gripped my head in my hands. Breath ragged, rocking back and forth with a wail of pain. Emotional pain. Why doesn't he leave me? Why doesn't everybody? I'm beyond help and I can see every time I have a fit I'm a burden.

Did you know the thorns move in the night? I wake up, I feel them settling under my skin. Crawling. I'm cursed to die and everytime, in their eyes, a burden. There isn't a morning that I don't wake up choking on my own blood and rattling for breath pathetically.

Why won't he hold me any more?

Blood is his aversion and so he runs. He leaves me here. In the rain to lament. I'm so cold and tired and weary of living. I do it for him but I don't think he appreciates it.

He doesn't…

Nnngh.. It hurts and I know why. The pain, lightheaded. Dizzy. I'm choking on water and I can't breathe and it hurts. Please… Don't see me like this. Lying in only three inches of water but in so much pain. If I were human I'd be dead a thousand times over but no. I gather myself up pale and shaking. Pretend I slipped. Smile to reassure him when all I want to do is hit him. Make him feel my pain. How can he not suffer like me? How?

I love him and I hate him.
I smile to reassure him and the words;

"It'll be better tomorrow."

Are etched upon my soul.