A soulless toy

I was created to bring joy but all I can bring is misery.
I was created to keep the fears away but everyone are afraid of me.
I was created to protect people but I am the one people must protected by.
I was created to appreciate life but all I want is death.
I was created to be a success but I’m a failure.

I know I should regret the things I’ve done, Mother keeps me telling that but, honestly, I don’t. I don’t regret the lives I’ve taken, I don’t regret the kids who have cried because of me, I don’t regret the families I’ve broken, I don’t regret the limbs I’ve taken off, I don’t regret the eyes I’ve stabbed, I don’t regret the people I’ve made beg for mercy only to then cut their throats, I don’t regret anything. Most people consider me evil, some of them even call me a “monster” but honestly, is it all my fault? She knew creating the life without using a soul was dangerous and yet she still tried… and I’m the result. Who is the real monster? Me or her?
And now I’m here, locked in this place abandoned by every god, with other “failures”, who have also killed but wanna know what’s the funny thing? Even they avoid me because I don’t have a soul. Looks like no one really wants this toy. Oh well, too bad. I don’t need love, I don’t need friendship, I don’t need anything but the pain of the others. I don’t know when or how but I will get out this fucking place and I will kill again! I will slay people like lambs, I will kill parents in front of their children, I will leave nothing but destruction and death! And do you know what’s the best thing? I won’t regret anything because I’m a soulless toy!