Waltz Moore

Please, please, end this suffering. Thought the pink haired kunoichi as she slowly took a razor from her pouch.

In the background From First to Last played, it was her favourite song

Waltz Moore . . .

I can't eat anything without shoving my hands down my throat.

Sakura gave a mirthless laugh, yep just like me.

Sakura was bulimic, she always felt fat nowadays.

Never good enough for anyone.

And I refuse to meet the world without smearing on makeup

with my hair blinding my eyes

blinding my eyes.

Sakura took the razor gently smiling at it the way a mother would at a child.

"Emo" and "Gothic" is what they had started calling her

You wouldn't call me that would you razor? You care about me, don't you?

The razor seemed to wink at her telling her it would be OK.

She hadn't always been this way it only changed after Gaara died,

Sasuke had killed him in an effort to show Sakura who she belonged to.

I can't remember the last time I've seen my own eyes

or the colour of my skin,

Do you know what it's like to feel ugly all the time?

She had broken all the mirrors in her house and avoided reflective surfaces,

she didn't want to see what she looked like after Gaara left, he had told her she was beautiful, she had believed him until Sasuke had told her otherwise,

Sasuke had called her an ugly fat whore, whom would amount to nothingSakura started to believe him after Ino and Hinata stopped coming by.

I stretch myself across the world pushing my limits for your entertainment

and you had the nerve to call out my weaknesses and drag me through the dirt

After Gaara's death she had tried to become stronger, but every time she would get better Sasuke would give her a horrid put down and put her in a drought of depression.

I can't remember the last time I've seen my own eyes

or the colour of my skin

Do you know what it's like to feel ugly all the time?

She stared at her window she could see outside; it was snowing, but more importantly she could see herself she started to cry, they were silent tears of regret, remorse, and above all hatred, hatred for herself, at what she had become.

I'm staring in the mirror looking back at the person I hate,

"Gaara-kun" she whisperedSlowly she lifted the razor which winked even more welcoming in the moonlet night.

"Soon."

And slowly she dug the razor deep within her porcelain white forearm

starting at the crook of her elbow and slowly dragging it down the middle of her arm and smiling serenely at the result which was blossoming into a beautiful river of crimson blood.

She repeated the steps on her other arm.

"Soon Gaara-kun . . . soon we can . . . be . . . together . . ."she whispered to herself through her tears.

I can't remember the last time I've seen my own eyes

or the colour of my skin.

Do you know what it's like?

I can't remember the last time I've seen my own eyes

or the colour of my skin,

do you know what it's like

to feel ugly all the time?

. . . the colour of my skin

do you know what it's like

to feel ugly all the . . .

The last thing she remembered seeing was Gaara's pale, sea-green eyes

smiling at her through the

darkness.