Day after day. It's all the same.
I no longer live, I'm no longer me.
.
If I had a will or a way, I lost it when I lost you.
This mechanical way of living…
It's not that bad.
You don't have to worry about anything,
About anyone, about your wellbeing,
.
It's easy to consume yourself so that you are so busy that you forget to remember,
Because remembering brings back emotion,
Emotions lead to guilt,
Guilt leads to pain,
Pain leads to suffering.
And suffering leads to madness.
I don't want to be mad.
I've gotten to the point I run on auto pilot.
.
The only time I remember anyone or you is right before I go to sleep.
That is the worst time of the day.
I hate remembering. I hate living!
Yet…I cannot bring myself to end it all…
.
It is dark now as I reach my home.
Your face starts to creep in to my mind.
No! Not now! Not yet!
I cry aloud, but it is too late.
.
I enter my cold room and I collapse onto my freezing bed.
It was so much warmer when you were here.
Rolling over staring at the ceiling,
All I can see is your beautiful face.
.
Your beautiful pink hair whipping across your face as you jumped from tree to tree,
Your melodic laughter whenever Naruto screwed up in the most bizarre ways
Your sparkling emerald eyes all full of hope and laughter,
And in the midst of it all, all I ever did was bring you pain…
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All though I wouldn't admit it, tears began to fill my eyes.
I still can't believe I killed you,
Maybe I should just end it all…
I reach for my katana,
.
Goodbye cruel world…
I whisper solemnly to myself,
Swiftly, ever so swiftly, I slice my self open
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Grimacing, I take the bade and slice in the opposite direction.
I kneel down clutching my stomach, blood dripping everywhere…
A dizzying spell over comes me
The world begins to spin, the pain ceasing,
A cool calm settles on my weak body,
.
The world is going black…
Hopefully I will not be rejected.
With the last of my strength I roll onto my back;
Sakura! I'm so sorry!
I scream with my last breath.
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Everything is black,
As I; the last living Uchiha
Dies, in a pool of his own blood,
With a final smirk on my face…
Goodbye.
I bet most of you are a bit confused by this little poem of mine. Well the reason why is because I wrote it like that on purpose. I actualy don't know what happend. You have to use your imagination and figure out the rest by your selves. I would love to hear what you think happend. Reviews are much appreciated!
Hahahyper!