The walls are caving in
as the rain trickles down her cheeks.
She can't see or think straight
As she is falling down to the ground.
No one can save her now,
not even herself.
She is too far gone
only one person can save her.
And yet he looks at her,
at her pathetic being,
with nothing but pity,
just like everyone else.
Everyone hates her
even though they all love her.
As the rain gets heavier
so does her sorrow
and so does her past.
Personally, I hate the thought up keeping a diary or journal or whatever you want to call this stupid notebook. Unfortunately, I have to, whether I want to or not. It's not my decision, then again outside of the battlefield, when do I have a decision?
I find the whole "let's talk about our feelings" thing just a tad bit overdramatic if you want the truth. We didn't go through emotional training to be treated like six-year-olds that don't really even know left from right yet. However, my journal is for personal thoughts so I might as well use it. I'm angry at the world. I'm angry at life and what it has put me through. I'm angry at myself. You can't expect me not to be with everything that has happened over the course of my short lifespan. I am Temari, and this is nothing more than my thoughts written down on paper. (Not to say, that my thoughts are unimportant, but to simply say no one is as complex as they seem...not even him.)