My very first one shot…
And it's dedicated to my favorite character Gaara…
A/N: I don't own Naruto.
Warning… Get a tissue, or whatever porous cloth there, tears are ensured to come out.
Oh yeah, for maximum effect, play a sad song. Whatever song does well, as long as it's sad.
Unspoken Tears
A dedication for Gaara
Deception, Separation, Hatred, Grief, Sorrow, Betrayal, and Isolation… What more countless emotions shall dwell inside me? All these years… Alone, no one understands my hatred, my sorrow, and my unspoken tears.
Yet again, I sit under the dark sky, wondering what my purpose is. The purpose of my existence that many abhors, was I born to be hated? Born inside me a monster people fear, the word 'kindness' was never shown to me, I've been robbed of my right to the words 'love', all because of a monster living inside of me…
Yes, I've been taken away of all my right to feel the word 'happiness', people only see the monster within me, not me, not as Sabaku no Gaara, but the monster sealed within me, Shukaku. Being robbed of all emotions, what is my purpose to continue living? To Kill? To Suffer? If I was born only to be hated and hunted down, it's the same as erasing my existence from the very start.
Humans, really, they know nothing, they fear what they cannot control, and they fear what they cannot explain. They fear those that can kill them, therefore they hunt them down. Such cowardice, I'm an existence born by hate and sorrow. Being alone… it was hard… so hard… the feeling that no one can ever understand you… the feeling that you can never cry when you want to… the feeling that makes you believe that you are different from all…
If only they knew… If only they knew the real 'me', a lost child… who only yearns for affection… That only wants to be taught of the words love, kindness and happiness, a child who yearns for the words salvation. Is it a sin to be loved? Is it a sin to be born as a child who contains a monster inside? I was only a victim, it's not my fault that I'm a monster… It's not my fault that I was forced to kill people to protect myself. It's not my fault to be born in this world.
My existence isn't even important to anyone… no one at all… a gift of death would be the most merciful thing to ever give to me. A gift that would end all these unspoken emotions, freedom from all these sorrowful memories.
…If only… someone would have shown me kindness... maybe… I wouldn't be like this… God already abandoned me long ago… Heh. How pathetic of me… I'm not even worthy of the words 'pity'.
Pain is still vividly etched inside my heart, a scar that would never heal…
Just like a fire, I'll burn out someday, and be completely forgotten, leaving only nothingness behind… not even ashes would remain… since my existence… was never anything to be remembered…
I was crying… just writing this… it's in the similar situation as I am… what is my reason to continue living? I've felt that my existence was never anything important. To disappear… would anyone care at all? It's just so sad… the fact no one can understand you at all… anyway… please R&R…
Tsuki to neko