Me: I have made my first poem...i am thinking of making more...
Jon: Why could I not go with the others on the cruise?
Me: Because I would get bored!
Jon: Coco! Your cruel!
Me:I knowshikamaru suddenly appears( Even though in this peom I make him committ suiceid I really LIKE couchlovecough his character)
Shika: Where am I?
Me: Hi!
Shika: This is soo troublesome!
Jon: YOu said it!
Me: holding a very evil killing deadly weapon above both heads come again?
Both:hesitates Nothing
Me: I do not own Naruto!
Shikamaru: Thank the hokagae!
Me: You are lucky you are cute!
I try to look for a reason to live,
I search, I search, but my mind has no door, no saving light.
Why do I want to live?
After since that ice cold day, were the wind was slicing in my skin,
A battle that both could not win,
I the winner, but yet I question the statement my opponent had said to me,
Why? Why? Why?
What truly is my purpose, the cold silver kunai felt welcoming,
Slowly reaching towards my delicate neck, feeling its cold metal press against my fragile skin. What truly is my purpose?
I do not consider myself lazy, it is only a waste of energy to do certain things,
So why am I still living?
When if dead, then I will finally sleep.
Thy soul shall meet those of others, I won't be alone.
My death will be forgotten,
I will be forgotten,
Thy shadow covers half of my laid out body, blood visible,
Pain coursed through my torso.
My decision is final,
As my throat finally welcomes the small weapon to slice open my neck.
I have no reason,
No purpose,
My life had gotten in the way of others,
In the way of thy soul,
Now what is left of my body is a corpse.
A grave.
My name is Shikamura,
I have committed suicide because I have no meaning,
No purpose to truly live life.
Sorry for the terrible spelling, I am thinking of creating chapters of other poems of other charaters deaths...plz review, go easy!