My Lifes Story...Past, Present, Future.
 

This was a little something that I wrote not to long ago. See I went through some hard times in my past, and occasionally I re-visit them. But as I see it, expressing my emotions through writing and art is far better off then I was. I hope you enjoy it. Maybe some of you can even relate to it. Who knows, enjoy.



My Lifes Story...Past, Present, Future.

"Sometimes life seems to difficult to
be lived in for very long.
Bruised and bloodied you
carry on...
Defeat is imminent and
you think there is no other
answer but to fade away
and stay down.
For this is the easiest thing to do.
I've lived only so many years...
All though it feels as if
I have lived 1000 years.
From the endless pain,
and constant hard ache,
I feel as though my life
was all just a mistake.
My fears have come to the
surface and are in the mists
of my very life.
I don't see the light of which
everyone says should be there...
Where is it?
I can't find that happy ever after
they say should be the end to
every life...
All I see is the barrel of the gun now..
It can take me away from my
miserable life I stand here and live.
But that is defeat...I cannot let my
life end with tragedy, when I have only but
lived it my whole life.
No.
I find my release in the end of a knife..
It's sharp edge provides my escape.
Cuts show you how I feel,
although you may think I am
ok, look at me. Look not just with your
eyes but with your mind. See what isn't there.
My heart breaks as the blade tares the skin.
Feel nothing. See nothing. Do nothing.
For I am not your problem.
Save it, and leave it for someone else.
For whom shell find me, will solve my
many problems...
Reluctantly I break.
Bruises now line my arms.
Would you know?
You wouldn't.
Not now...not ever.
For I am invisible.
No one cares to notice me.
My problems become severe.
But who will come?
No one.
Left on my bed, dying.
The cuts stop..
The pain stops..
The life, stops.
My problems are no longer
there. My fears have subsided.
And my everlasting misery
has finally dimmed.
For the barrel has done its job,
and done it well.
My life was nothing,
to you, I was invisible, to everyone
I seemed too broken to be fixed...
And now I am no longer the problem...
I found my solution."

The Runaway.
 

"Far away you wonder.
For you have run.
Run from your problems, and
run from your life.
For they have only caused you
pain. They aren't important.
They are like the night's moon,
here one night and gone the
next...but they always return
at one point. You can run, and you
can hide, you can push your problems
aside, but they are never gone.
How could you even try?
It isn't that easy.
Face them, face them head on.
For you might succeed.
Never doubt your own strength.
Running away may seem easy.
But it is just another problem
you will try to runaway from. "

Breaking down...and backing away.
 

Enjoy.

"How quiet the darkness lay. Only the bleak sound of snowfall against the soft blanket on the ground. The whispering of the night sky bagged to be heard, only to be heard by the upsetting calls of the howling wind. A lonely shimmer of light crossed the darkness. Separating white from black. Her heavens hollowed by an empty absents of stars. Perfect. Of beauty and light...only to be provoked by evil...nothing so perfect can stay for long. A single gun shot broke the silence. A dimming shadow lay under the darkness. The shimmer of light crossed her face revealing red mist among her light blonde hair. Only the tragic sound of death could hollow out such a hardened night. A fading moan grew in your ears no one a had the strength to face where the dim sound had emerged. A young girl had made the small town ever so smaller. An absents of love in the air...a surrounding feel of misery. Found at dawn the next day her father left with no "good morning kiss", only a faint goodbye. A single black tear ran down her right cheek. With closed eyes, no sign of pain and no remorse, a single shot to the head had taken away the pain she held inside her. Solving nothing but pushing her problems away, and then taking them with her again. The skies no longer glowed with black and purple clouds, the air no longer a fresh sent of harmony and balance, but the memories of what had happened on that once perfect night...lay with us forever...her father lost his only family...the night had taken another spirit and left a hollowed heart. The sky brought upon a new day to remember and try to forget but her screams live on as moans in my ears from now to my own tragic death. "

The Darkest Day. (Part 1)
 

"Her love for him was greater then anything she had ever inured before. She was one of only 3 warriors from the Mandosi Clan.
Her clan was endangered, but her comrades and herself would have no choice but to sacrifice themselves in order for the rest of the clan to escape.
Unfortunately for her she was to battle her lovers clan. A forbidden love had struck between the 2 of them, with out warning his clan attacked upon hers. He too was a warrior, even in love she had to fight. She was the only one of the 3 that had a technique. Her power was beyond simple combat powers; she could with out any doubt knock out the entire Susensi Clan. By harnessing her chakra she could make an orb of it that if fired upon and opponent would lead to death in a second. This isn’t just some jutsui it was a technique that in her case was almost as exhausting as walking in the dark. She could create amazing attacks using this power but most of which were too risky on the behalf of her comrades. She would let out a great amount of force and the backlash would hit them with nearly the same amount of it as the enemy. She depended on her basics to survive in battle. But as she knew she could win with out trying she didn’t want to do so. She would lose the only one that truly loved her….Not for her power or for her presence but for her being her. He loved her in a way that only she and he knew. Her passion in battle would normally be aggressive and to prove a point that she was a better warrior then who stood before her, but this was not the case for her present battle. She was as unknowingly deserted in the face. No passion, no spirit, no heart, no fight left. She had lost what she thought was happiness. He was on the other side of the battle field her heart stopped her from hurting his people and her mined wanted to push forwarded and defend what was hers. If she stayed in the trance she would most nearly fall to her death. He stands before her now."

The Darkest Day. (Part 2)
 

"Her heartbeat grew again and she was back to her previous self. Although she knew love should never be the thing that came between her rightly spot in the clan, she couldn’t kill him. She would lose what she had worked so hard to get. Love. Not only was this a sign of defeat it was also a sign of the end for the small clan of the Mandosi. Her love and her passion were in the wrong place. Her heart was to be the downfall. But she was too strong to give up. Her lover stand before her. She had nothing but the technique to her advantage. She wasn’t going to kill him…She knew she couldn’t. Her comrade was forced to seize her. He put her in acknowledgment that if she didn’t fight then their home, their family, and their honor would be gone forever. She knew this was the point at which she will always regret choosing. He stands in front of her a warrior of the Susensi. She pulled her chakra together and fired. In his eyes were the sign of disbelief. He didn’t find it in himself to kill the one he loved…but she could. "He fell back, sound and still."

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The Darkest Day. (Part 3)
 

She knew he was not going to be there for her tomorrow at their waterfall. She had to. But she didn’t believe it would take so much out of her then to what it actually did. She saw his lifeless body shift on a rock near the creek. She ran to his deathbed. Even from the attack he was not yet dead. But he could not breath to support his heart. She whispered to him..” I am sorry for the pain I had to cause you, but I still and forever more will love you….”. He heard these words and returned by a sigh of “I will always love you...” Those were the last words that he would then on ever say. He died in her arms. She sobbed at the loss of her lover, while the battle continued, the Mandosi won. He was left to her to see him off. She had the funeral in the only meeting place they had ever had before that night. The waterfalls. She placed him next to the tree that they had spent many an hour under, with a single white rose laid across the grave. She never forgave herself for the decision that had killed her love. She stayed in her home village for the remainder of her life. Until one day she finally reunited with her one and only love in a life that she had sent him to and now they were together in the after world… "