What Did I Do? Do I Deserve What Life Offers?

All Life offers I can't have,

Everything beautiful isn't mine,

Nor will it ever be.

I don't deserve to be happy,

Unlike everyone else.

Why did I do something so horrible?

Am I that stupid to think that power or protection is worth more…?

Worth more than my life?

To save one, I kill the rest.

To save them all, I could have died.

But nothing is the same,

I could have had everything…

Power, Love, Family, and Life.

A Life worth living.

Anything better than this life…

What did I do to deserve this?

Did I have so much power that they wanted mine and more?

Why?

Do I really deserve to be happy like everyone else?

I always think that question is suppose…

I know I don't.

I made him sad, miserable, hopeless, and angry.

He hates me, Which he should.

He can become powerful,

Kill me and Have life.

But will it suit him,

A life of revenge.

No, I know it won't.

He'll always be miserable…

Never happy..

Maybe once or twice,

But never always.

He'll always be different,

No family, friends, an older sibling to look to for help.

Not like everyone else, I did that to him.

I did it to myself.

I have no one to help me through the years,

No one to look to for help,

Even if I did everything on my own,

I still need help.

Not everything is easy,

Even for me.

I miss them… Or I think I do.

I truly don't know anymore.

Is this something new?

Or is it something killers think about?

I'm confused and alone.

Nothing to look forward to today…

Maybe not even tomorrow.

Someday I will…

Someday….

I always think this, and sometimes that 'someday' never comes.

I feel as though everything, all those 'some days ' have been washed away from me.

I sigh as I think about how nice life was for me,

But all that is gone now.

All thanks to me… And Him.

He is the reason for all of this,

But if I was a little more..

A little more….

Brave….

Maybe I could have stopped this from happening,

All this hate surrounds me,

I feel more hate as I think.

It's not I fault at first,

I'm just a kid…

But then, on the other side I see that.

I'm a kid with power..

Too much power.

All these things are happening.

None of them will go away…

I want to cry,

But murders don't cry, beg, or get any mercy,

Nor do they give it.

I fear the worse out of life,

I fear the death that I will receive during this period of trouble.

Maybe if I die now,

All these thoughts will end.

I might not ever see my family again…

What I did, I truly don't deserve to go there.

But only One can say that.

These are Itachi's thoughts.. Well what I think he was thinking of after the murders committed. I feel bad for the guy, he is a softy though. Poor thing, he must have felt really bad, he was a kid though. So, you truly can't blame him. Hat a kid does reflects the parents. Well, enjoy.