Hey, I've been planning on doing a fic for this song for awhile so I just thought I would finally post it!!

RXR! I really like it when people tell me how I do, Good/Bad...you know? So then I Can fix things like that in the future!!

Oh and this is SasuNaru(What else?) Naruto is talking and he is Sasuke...

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Naruto characters and This song belongs to Plumb...

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'I'm not a stranger, No I am yours'

I don't know what i'm thinking, coming here like this. Is it because I was invited? Or is it because I was invited by him. Or maybe I came because I thought since he invited me they'd stop their glaring. There's so many things that could go wrong here. So many things I could regret...But i'm here. I'm doing this for him. Because he wanted me here. He wanted me to come. I'm really falling for him. He'd probably be disgusted if he ever knew.

'With crippled anger, and tears that still drip sore'

I left early. Way before the party ended because I couldn't take it. The glares, the whispers; everything. All of it. He probably wouldn't care if I was there or not. Like everyone else, he wanted someone to talk about, someone to laugh at, someone to push. I went home and cried to sleep that night after the usual thing I do each day to ease the pain.

'A fragile frame aged, with misery'

I try to act like it doesn't effect me. Everyday I put my little mask on with the planted smile. Even if I don't get one from anyone else, I smile. To show they can't break me. They wont because I wont show them how much they really do. It's how it is; The more I smile, The more pain i'm in..that way, no one knows what goes on. No one wants to know.

'and when our eyes meet, I know you'll see'

He surprises me by asking why I left. I know I have to give him an answer, but he looks as though he already knows. It's not hard to figure out the glares sent to me in school, the accident trips in the hallways..Instead of urging an answer he tells me about it; and for once I give him a true smile. One that shows me, and not the person I pretend to be. He asks me if somethings wrong and I say it's nothing...if only he knew...

'I do not wanna be afraid. I do not wanna die inside just to breathe in'

I didn't want this before; But now I do. I can't stop it anymore..I feel like I need it. It helps me too much to be ignored. it helps me through the pain. The only thing I never seem to stop are the tears welled up at night. At my apartment, when i'm alone.

'i'm tired of feeling so numb. Relief exists, I find it when, I am cut.'

Everyday there's a new mark.When I go through a tough time or I feel alone or uncared for it adds. Things happen for a reason right? Then maybe everyone hates me for one. When I do this; cut, I forget everything that goes on in my life. I can just have some relief then. The relief i've always wanted...for everything.

'I may seem crazy, or painfully shy'

I start talking to myself. Asking myself the question 'why?' Why do I need this? Why wont it stop? Why do I only feel Pain? I get quieter each day. I know he has noticed it. The marks become longer and deeper. There's a trench in my arm.

'And these scars wouldn't be so hidden if you would jsut look me in the eyes'

The pain in my eyes as he passes me. How everything stops when he's close by, I like this feeling. Where I never have to worry because he's by me; protecting me. But he can't always be there, and he wont. One day he'll turn away like evryone else.

'I feel alone here, and cold here. I don't wanna die.'

I don't want to kill myself doing this. Theres another way right? I still don't think he cares. He can never care for a hated boy. But I have always been so alone, away from everyone. I shudder. Why can't he just leave already? Then I can get it over with and drop. Drop to the ground..

'But the only understanding that makes me feel anything kills inside.'

I keep on telling myself how worthless I am. How all I do is hurt myself. So that's what I keep on doing. One day he sees my scars on my arms. The trench I carved. He asks me why I do this and all I can do is cry. My mask shattered. But he doesn't turn away. He doesn't glare. He holds on to me tight and tells me everythings gonna be okay.

'I do not wanna be afraid, I do not wanna die inside just to breathe in.'

I tell him how I want it to stop. How I try but it can never happen. He's starting to convince me that it will. But I can never believe it. You can't fix something thats unfixable, only go out and buy a new one. Even if I stop, they'll never stop. Not until i'm on the ground, gasping for breath and saying my final words.

'i'm tired of feeling so numb.'

I tell him this and he asks why I can't stop for myself. To prove everyone else wrong. I tell him what i've been telling myself all along.

'Relief exists, I find it when, I am cut'

He embraces me tightly. He tells me the one thing I would've never todl him, 'I love you.' For once I cry happy tears. The way he cares. I decided it needs to stop because hurting me hurts him too.

' I am not alone.'

I feel safer. With him here. Like no one else can harm me. I'm not an outcast, but maybe I never actually was..

'I am not alone.'

He tells me to keep going. To never stop or give up on life.

'I'm not a stranger, No I am yours'

I told him everything. He knows me. Really knows me. And I know him too. If he wasn't here; with me, I'd be gone. Dead. A quiet death with an empty funeral.

'With crippled anger and tears that still drip sore.'

Times are still bad, he knows that. Whenever he sees others sneering, glaring, he checks my arm..

'I do not wanna be afraid. I do not wanna die inside just to breathe in.

I'm tired, of feeling so numb; relief exists I found it when,

But there's never any new cuts..He saved me..

'I was cut.'

He can trust me...

DONE! SO what do you guys think? RXR!!!