Summary:
Peters depressed about how Tony doesn't pay attention to him anymore. The Avengers don't. He feels so annoying, he feels like he is a burden to be carried with everyday, so he decided to make quotes about his life. To cure his depression.

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Peter was upset.

No not upset but depressed.

His mentor, teacher, father,

Doesn't pay attention to him anymore.

Even the family he grew up to love.

No nothing.

He was just a burden, an annoying little brat, ugly, fat, horrible, bad.

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It just so happened that Tony, is attending a lot of meetings, when Peter needed him he would just say. "I've got a meeting to attend. Get Bruce to help you." Peter just smiled and nodded. Even though, even though his heart was breaking into smaller pieces everytime the word was said.

The same goes for the rest, so Peter was truly alone. His friends, yeah, they are there, but he feels like his annoying them.

So he just decided to shut up.

Spiderman wasn't a lot of help, the city's worrying about the friendly neighborhood Spiderman.

He doesn't give remarks, jokes, his just serious.

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So Peter thought of a solution.

He'll make a new account, and create artworks, quotes, those stuffs, about his sad life.

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When Peter started out, he created a nice piece of artwork.

"My hearts shattering into a million pieces.
But I still smile for you.
Even thou it hurts me the most."

He uploaded it and just after a day it received a million views, comments saying "I agree!" so Peter smiled and went to right some more.

His second work was...

"I can see through you.
Your lies, the truth, everything.
But when you lie. Needles enter my heart."

It got more views so Peter started making a lot.

He bought a sketchbook, some paint, a ballpen for quotes. And everything.

He brought out his pencil and started drawing.

A male was hanging from a rope cuts over his body, blood on the floor. It said on the bottom.

"I'm sorry." he posted this and it got a million view in just an hour.

"Are you fine? Are you okay?
You ask me that everyday. But my answer just stays the same.
"Don't Worry I'm Fine"
Even though it's a full on lie."

Peter created more.

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Peter was watching T.V. while doing his homework. He checked his phone to see a new comment on his latest upload.

"If you don't give a fuck to me,
I'll show you better." (It was taken from Pinterest)

He laughed at the comment then the T.V. show he was watching, turned into news.

"Good Afternoon everyone, today's news I'm bringing you is this mysterious person who draws and creates depressing quotes and pictures. These are just some of his works."

It was flashed on the screen.

"I said I Love You. It was true.
You said you Love Me Too, it was a lie."

"Seeing you in another arm,
Seeing you ignoring me,
Seeing you put others before me.
I'm sorry for I can't take it anymore.
I'm dying inside.
But nobody cares. I'm used to that.
Nobody ever does."

"1,2,3 I'm done.
Let's start. 1...2... Thr- Thr-
Why can't I say it?
I just can't let go of the hope.
The hope that you'll still care for me.
As I do to you."

"That are just some of his works, it's an amazing piece of art. That's all." the news reporter said.

Peter felt tears slip down his face, his eyes blurring, he felt so numb.

He looked at his arms, his cuts, his scars.

Everything.

It just pains him.

So he just made his latest post.

"The pain, the cuts, the scars, imprinted on my body. I never knew you could do this. But who am I to judge? You probably don't care about me anymore." Peter posted it.

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The next day at school Pete went straight for his locker and went to the class.

"Alright class! For today, we are gonna make poems that you are going to recite here in front. It needs to be what you feel." Peter quickly got his sketch book and started writing.

"Your parents will be given a notification for them to watch this." Peter just stayed quiet.

A few tears slipped of his face. Knowing his family won't come.

His just a burden. A nobody.

It was his turn, May was the only one there, he knew it they didn't care about him anymore. So he carried on.

Shouldn't a family stay together?
Be with each other forever?
Isn't that it's supposed to mean?
But why can't I lean?
Lean on to you so I can heal.
A shoulder to cry on.
Somebody to share a secret.
Someone that I can't forget.
Someone to help you understand.
Someone to give a hand.

I love you guys.
That's why...
I put up with all your lies.
I put a smile.
Everytime you say.
"i'm busy."
When your not.
That just says a lot.

The alAvengers arrived at this point.

Yes I'm depressed.
Yes I have ADHD.
Yes I'm in pain.
Everyday, every fucking day.
Right now I just want to lay.
You know, lay down the hay.
Staring at the night sky.
Stars twinkling brightly.

It just breaks my heart when you don't notice me.
It's just why cant you see.
I just want to be alone so leave me be.
But I can't leave you can I?
I love you so that I put up with the crap you give me.
When I can't give a crap about you.

I'm sorry but I can't forever be waiting.
I'm just so much pain that I can't keep on fighting.
I just keep saying.
"Maybe they love you, maybe they care."
But they show the opposite.
Yes I can forgive.
But I can never forget.
The pain you gave me?
Is starting to heal.

Every day I keep on smiling.
But every night? I keep on crying.
Waking up with puffy red eyes.
And on the inside I die.
Just stop pretending and tell me the truth.

Do you even love me or not?
I need an honest answer.
Cause if you don't.
Then I'm gone in your life. Forever.
And I mean it.

Peter bowed down, he saw the Avengers crying.

He felt his face get wet.

His own tears streaming down his face.

But his done. Done fighting.

Done with everything.

"I'm sorry."

He pulled out a gun and aimed it at his heart.

He shakily held it.

"This is what you want right?" Peter was slowly and shaking about to pull the trigger when Tony hugged him.

"Please... Don't do it... I'm sorry..."

Peter replied by "People say a lot of sorry. But do they even mean it? Especially when you keep repeating it." Peter started.

"I can forgive you. But a lie can create many doubts, break a trust and that's what you just did. Yes, I can forgive. But I can never forget."

Peter pushed Tony out of the way and the gun aimed for his heart, he shot it.

Peter smiled as he fell on the ground.

Tony's eyes widened.

"No, no, no!" Peter was now gone.

Tony screamed.

"Why?"

Alright. I never did a sad ending. So yeah, this story made me cry, well almost.

So yeah... I'm back again.

Got an inspiration.

So thank you.

Alright, I found my inspiration back. And its... Starting off with a sad fic! Sorry for the wait. It wasn't really a break though... But anyway I'm back, but no requests yet. I am still doing some request but I say when you guys can request, some of this days. But my inspiration is back and I'm actually happy. Well then. I'll upload maybe later. So thank you I think I'll call you guys... Baes. Yeah, I'll call all of you baes.

So good bye my BAES!!!