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A/N: Ahhh...angst and sorrow go hand in hand. I love myself, yes, I really do. Me and my dark humor...pity it was wasted on me. So, why are you here again?
W: Some of these materials are unsuited for easily offended folk! This is not for kiddies! Read at your own risk. Send the flames, yes yes go right ahead. Be creative: the old "cry for help" is tremendously over-used, beaten, and abused by individuals.
Preview: Laughing, Shuddering, Breaking, Crying...what a mess Kakashi has become. Rated R for strong adult situations, angst and gore.
Psychotic Breakings
By Sakatsu
laughing shuddering breaking crying.
its a good life. lying on the cold floor shirtless hurts a bit but whatever.
it doesn't matter.
life life life. what a fucking life. truly effortless and wonderful disguise oh yes yes yes. its a good life.
Yondaime-sama and the teammates, family and precious friends. It must be cold six feet under, yes, yes, it must be cold. cold as the floor? colder than my life? no, warmer in the earth.
Who does he have left? Who? Himself. Himself and his pills...
Ever since Tsunande caught Kakashi swiping high-dose medications from the hospital she has been trying, surprisingly, medicating him with anti-anxiety at lower dosages. She claims that they're safer than the others. Less chance of over dose--safer than the others, she says.
He swipes them now still but without her near the hospital.
the ceiling is falling. how beautiful it is.
it doesn't matter.
them. those kids. reluctant to be such a "teacher" for some ungrateful brats...they eat up to much time from staring into nothing. so fail fail fail, all of them. always.
but the eyes.
my eye, his eyes...windows to the soul some say. they're so much like his. like mine.
family by trait alone, unique trinity. I know what its like to have no one. no, it hurts. stop. I need another one...
subdued fantasy of fine-perfect-how-are-you under the blanket of cloth...deception. his best talent of all.
but without the skin here, beneath the storm, under the drug-use, you see me all. In my shades of grey.
no. no. crying still my soul always. take effect take effect rid me of this feeling...
ahh...
I passed them, that team seven. that Valium must make me delirious for such actions.
The boy, he said, by himself, what a fool and slave i am to the drug.
takes one to know one.
thats all I needed to say.
that path, a shinobi as I have taken left with many scars, but few from battle but most from my passionate hobby of hate towards myself.
yes, I've seen the same on his body. that younger version of myself. hehehe. he loves me like he loves himself. i love the world how i love myself.
oh sweet supple flesh beautifully figured with uniquely placed scars. beauty is found in the worse of us, the demented side of us, the suicidal side of us all. being in touch with the darker self, bringing closer to the path of what? well, ask me when I'm beside teacher.
you'll get your answer then.
taken by my own hand, my mistake my mind tortured every time I blink I see it all oh god please make it stop please, lemme have one more.
take another, take another, let me be and let me be. take the pain away, yes, take it all away.
am I even human?
its four forty six and...two seconds am
the knock, that silly boy who knows the world. by my head, kiss. oh so sweet and young and dumb.
it doesn't matter.
nothing matters, its me in emptyness...perhaps I'm in space?
I'm having fun...I guess he's not.
learn to embrace the darker self, oh kiddo...you'll be dead but the dead are happy and its better than to live with the pain.
yes, yes, release my self-righteous suicide.
whats that I hear?
he's mumbling to himself...or is that me?
no, don't go near those. they're for me, go get your own.
so sweet and young and dumb thing, leave me alone and leave my stuff alone.
leaving for the kitchen, he returns with a cheese grater.
why a cheese grater?
the long sleeved jacket pulled up, revealing the cuts and burns.
starts grating his flesh. I guess he couldn't find the knives.
mhmm...the smell is sweet and crisp. young blood, so familiar...angst.
pathetic and determined, both of us laughing. now he's having fun.
scrape, scrape, blood curlting manical laughter and tears asking for the endorphines to work faster...
so beautiful...so lovely. the most exquisite scene I've ever seen.
a kiss, my love.
it don't matter but it never did.
we're both covered in his grated flesh and blood in the embrace
little fool, i have stronger resilience than that to drugs.
3.20
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