Engulfed in a world of silhouettes
By Subaku-no-Hina
Gaara's P.O.V
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I walk into this world of silhouettes,
No one's true identity is revealed,
My life's insignificance growing more and more as time passes.
"Have I no purpose?"
Each day I ask myself this question and each day it's the same answer…
"No"
I wonder why I even bother with my life.
Success?….
Wealth?…
Those mean nothing to me.
They say suicide is for the weak, but then, what am I?
Idiotic?
Unreasonable?
Or just like every damned, miserable person just looking for an easy way out of life.
My "parents" as some would call them criticize those who kill themselves when they're just too weak to do it themselves .
"Hypocritical" I think to myself, all thoughts swallowed by disgust, my very being now lost in the numbness that has been eating me inside for the past twenty-one years.
I laugh I can still feel the pain as the crimson liquid trickles down my wrists, forever wondering what has held me back all these years, melancholy slowly consuming my body and soul as I closed my eyes for the last and final time.
Those very thoughts echoing in my mind as I slowly entered my eternal sleep.
The once soft chimes of Saint Peter becoming louder and louder each moment, as I remembered the soft lullabies my brother, as a child, sang to me.
The blood that once ran through my veins now rushing out, soaking the comforter beneath me.
Arigatou Aniki, I whispered softly.
Arigatou…..
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When I wrote this I was feeling depressed and I thought Gaara would fit well with my current dilemma so I created this.
so read & review, please.