Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, but I do own the depressing plot line.
Nobody cares. Nobody cares what happens to me. I'm just a burden to my team. I too weak. I don't do anything of use. If I died, who would care? They all think they know me, but they don't. Every morning, I would get up, and put on my mask. I would smile, and pretend to be happy. I would pretend to notice things that I didn't care about. Every body assumed that this was genuine, only because it was all they had ever seen. My father … had always hated me. My mother … pretended to like me, but she did horrible things to me when we were alone. I was only a burden. I wanted to cry, but I couldn't. I wanted to feel things like I pretended to, but I couldn't. I would pretend to wince in pain when I was hit, but that was all fake. People assumed I was weak because I never let them assume anything else. No body cares. Nobody cares. I've had enough. Enough of life. I can't feel pain or sorrow. Nor happiness, or any other emotion. I have always been dead to the world. I can't remember a time when I truly felt things. Maybe when I was a baby, but I doubt it. My tears mean nothing. I, unlike most others, have never felt life. I have no friends. No one truly close to me. No one who knows the real me. Nobody would care if I died. If I killed myself. I took out a kunai. I raised it … and brought it crashing down. I was soaked in my own blood.