Disclaimer: I make no money off this fic and I do not own the turtles, but i do think this is pretty good for a first fic. No flames plz! Thx.
Donatello's Poem
Why must all my days begin
the same way that they end
It all seems the same to me
Trying to make it through each day
as if it was my first
and last.
While all of you try to comfort me
I cannot fight the feelings
that dwell inside me.
It takes over all my other emotions
Trying to hide from it
doesn't do me much good
Waking up to it
Isn't nearly as bad
as living with it
Sometimes
I just want to end it
But I choose not to
Because of you.
Everything you have done for me
Supporting and caring
Has helped me get through this odd time
Where I don't know
what to do with myself
As I watch the sun fall over the sky
In a rush of yellow and pink bursts
I think about you
And how much you mean to me.
I don't wish to leave you like this
but I just need to end it
and try to comprehend
what is happening to me.
Goodbye for now friends,
hopefully we'll see each other
On the other side.
Donatello looks over at the lab door, waiting to see if any of his brothers have noticed that he's been in his lab for over 3 days. "They've probably forgotten about me. Figures." Donatello sighs, a sign of defeat. He looks over at the pills he has on the table, waiting to be taken.
"Maybe it is time I ended the pain."
He slowly walks over to the workbench, full of scattered inventions that will never be fixed. "Guess I should get rid of these".
Donatello then clears the bench slowly, pushing each object off the bench so that each object that hits the ground makes a loud CLANK. He then stares at the only thing that has been left on the desk.
"No."
He finally realizes something that he hasn't before.
He has so much to live for.
And so much to accomplish in the future.
Donatello hastily picks all of his inventions and broken appliances off the floor. "I have so much to live for, what am I doing?" He then throws the pills in the trash and looks back up at the inventions he has devoted his entire life to.
"What am I doing? I love my life and all my brothers and father. I should be happy with what I have, and excited that I am living in the present and not in the past."
He takes one final look at the desk, and he can't help but mutter to himself,
"Now that is what I live for."
~FIN~