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~