I'm so useless.
I'm so stupid.
I can't do anything right.

Tears slid down porcelain skin, cheeks reddened from the simple action of letting out emotions. What a sight to see, the normally cheerful carbon copy of Orihara Izaya sobbing like a two year old. It wasn't uncommon mind you, to see Psyche cry, but not like this.

This kind of sobbing was something he'd never let anyone see, afraid he'd hurt them by letting them see just how much pain he felt. It wasn't fair, it just wasn't fair. Everyone else could go to Psyche when they needed a shoulder to cry on. An ear to listen. A mood to be lifted. But who did Psyche have to go to?

No one.

No one would even begin to imagine Psyche having any real problems. He couldn't have problems like Delic had, or like Izaya had. It was unfathomable to imagine such a happy boy having such any sort of problems.

He'd tried going to someone before. He tried going to everyone before.

"C-can I talk to you?"

"Not right now, Psyche. I'm busy."

He always received the same answer no matter who he'd ask. He couldn't go to anyone. No one cared enough to even find out if anything was wrong. So what else could he do? With no one to go to the brunet often slipped away to his personal chambers. Going as far as to curl up inside of his closet with a blanket over top of him in complete and utter darkness so he wouldn't have to see his own tears as he sobbed his problems away.

Why doesn't anyone care?
What did I do to make them hate me?
How can I fix it?
How can I stop hurting?
I just want to be happy…
Is that really so much to ask?

The little android didn't understand, he couldn't comprehend why no one seemed to care about his problems when he'd go out of his way to try to help anyone with theirs. Maybe he should stop helping people. Maybe that was the way to becoming happy. To not care, it seemed to work for others. Why couldn't it work for Psyche

A rather loud sob pushed it's way out of the brunet's throat. Tch, as if he could just stop caring about other people. That was impossible. Psyche loved making people happy. Even if it meant sacrificing his own.

Maybe I did fix it…
I wouldn't be able to stand seeing someone else in this kind of pain…
Maybe it's best if I bear this burden.
So that no one else has to feel the horrible ache that I do.
I'd rather it be me than someone else…

I originally had this posted on tumblr but I thought I'd post it here too. ;v;