SasukeXNadoka

the point in life? I have no clue, all there is, is being trapped with death.. being hated and having remorse... stained wrists and a shattered heart, they call her stupid..they don't know the truth... they think they understand all they do is watch and stand... they don't know the half... she walks alone, no-one to care.. haunted by the whispering air.. thought's of death plague her mind, can't think most of the time.. there is a reason they don't know, do you think they'd want to know..? sit's alone in her room, silently awaiting her doom... she hides her problem's behind a smile, sitting there all the while.. behind that smile is a

Some call it crazy Some say it’s sick But I think it’s freedom The pain is fierce but quick Some say that it’s a sin Just a little to risqué But it helps release the pain That I go through every day The blade is sharp and cold As it runs across my skin Leaving me to ponder And decide how deep I cut in The icy chill running down my spine Makes me feel at ease I no longer feel like a coward F**king up on everything with every breath I breathe But some days I want to stop Feeling like everything's wrong Trying to let go of the blade Sometimes I can but not for long It’s like I'm addicted to th

prologue "Oh did you honestly think that would hurt me?" he taunted after my futile attempt at kicking him in the chest, it seemed as though it did no damage to him.I screamed in pain as he dug the chainsaw deeper into my chest. My sight became awfully blurry and I felt disorientated and although my vision was altered I saw a figure go up to the perpetrator that has been mutilating me and soon as I was about to fad into unconsciousness I saw a male come up to me with short cropped black hair and I heard his voice distinctly in my ear. " are you okay?" he asked sincerely. I saw my perpetrator's body discarded in the quiet high street near the