"Then I will be the strength for both of us!!"

~Sasori

Pieces of me break everyday. Every pieces of me dies as well. But with curel fate, I live on....

Please don't die, or I'll go too. I can't live with half of me gone. So, please... don't go. Or I'll follow you.

I am of the darkest time of day. I love to play in shadows. I fear nothing. I know only dark times where there is no light. I feel nothing. I live in the moonlight.

I feel as if hell itself is rising in me, all I see is darkness, all I feel are the flames.....

All I know is gone.

Where ever there is light, inside the soul or outside in the sun, there are always shadows lingering around in the corners.

With every cut of the blade more blood flows, but no more does the pain make me feel alive.

For a friendship to work, the hurt and pain from an agruement has to be worked out by both or the bond will break.

One day at school my best friend asked me if I was okay, cause I was quiet. My replied was:

"I'm as happy as the devil is on Sunday."

This old aching pain hurts again. It can only mean one thing: You're not coming back this time.