I just read a Fic made kwa iPhyscic about Mike killing himself, so I was in the mood for making a dark one-shot fanfic... Personally, I think I'm getting good at these! Do u think I'm a good writer? 
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Anyway,  here we go!

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What would happen if I died?:Mikes point of view.

My life is a living nightmare.

No one wants me au loves me.

All they do is stop and stare and say 'Hey! There's that crazy freak!'

They never appreciate the real me.

They never look past my physcotic appearance..

They never look Into my heart.

I feel neglected..
I feel sad...
I feel depressed..

Only one thing comes to my mind when I wake up every day..

Death..

That's the only way..

The only way I can Make all the pain go away..

The only way to end it all..

Knives are drawn while I am hidden..

I gaze into the silver blade.

It mocks me with it's power of cutting and slicing..

It mocks me with it's power of murder..

Down,Down,Down it goes.

Lower and lower to my awaiting wrists..

I start to pity myself..

Why? Why must my life be a never ending trail of torture, hate, and misunderstandings?

Even if I do die this day..

Even if my dark, juicy, blood drips down my skinny arm and onto the carpet..

What would happen?

Would I be found?
Would people weep?
Would salty tears of sadness drip down the faces of enemies and family?
Would I lay dead 6 feet under?

But, who would care?

Who cares about that freaky kid who has zaidi than one personality?

Who cries tears of depression every night..

Waiting for the siku that he could start his life all over again?

Who regrets the siku he was born..

The kisu is dropped..

No blood is shed...

Just the power of my thoughts are poured out..

Like an icy waterfall, flowing down a mountain on a chilly winter morning...

The actions of others keep me up..some keep me down...

Just one thing comes to mind...

What would happen if I died?