Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto
Don't try suicide
I'm so lonely. There is nobody. Nobody who truly knows me, who truly cares. Nobody who really gives a damn.
Oh, they say they do. They say they like me. Some even say they love me. They don't even know me. But maybe that's my fault. I've never, ever let anyone see what I truly am inside.
All they ever see is my façade. My mask. Cool, oh so cool And strong of mind, body and spirit. The avenger.
But that's not who I am. That's who I want to be. Instead, I am cursed by the dark core of depression, self-contempt and hate for all humankind, slowly corroding my soul. It hurts, almost a physical pain in my heart.
Suicide – now that would be nice. Cutting into myself and letting the dark red blood wash away all the pain. But I can't. It's not the knife I'm afraid of, or the pain of the flesh wound. It's the thought of what might happen if I fail.
I couldn't deal with all the pitying people, tip-toeing around me in the fear that they will cause me to try again. Even worse would be the disbelievers, those adamant that it was nothing more than a childish bid for attention.
But what I'm truly afraid of – what truly stops the blade – is the thought that, if I fail… would I maim myself beyond repair?
I couldn't cope with being maimed, disabled in some way. Unable to pursue my dreams, my ambitions. Unable to live the life I failed to take away.
Hehe, I got bored again. Even after two people told me never, ever to get bored again. Hey, at least nobody died this time!
Anyway, review. I really don't see what's so hard about it.