Gaara was alone and he will always be. He thought that maybe, just maybe someone like Naruto would understand him. He was wrong. There's always someone Naruto could count on. Never Gaara. He cried alone. Did everything alone. Naruto had more and more friends by his side. Gaara remained alone.
Who knew what people thought of him while he was gone? Maybe they were glad]d. After all, Gaara was just a tool. A tool for war. No one cared whether he died or not.
That's why right here, and right now, just thinking of all the flashbacks make people cry.
Right now Gaara was on the edge of the cliff.
Maybe he could just end this pain and die right here.
Maybe he could just die right here alone,
The sand wasn't even his home
He was just a tool used for war
And made people tremble to their core
He cried everyday
And slowly his life began to fade
No one knew nor did they care
That he was suffering in this poisonous air
If he just died right now,
They only thing he would earn is a bow
And he jumped.
:P Sorry, if you don't like this dark fic. Please review! It means a lot to me!
~Jazzi~