cut

[Kakashi]

There is a lot of violence,
As i sit and suffer in silence.
One cut leads to many more,
And soon my skin becomes all torn.
I watch my blood drip-
Then I put my hand to my lip,
Just to make sure I don't scream-
Wondering if this is all just a dream.
But I realize it's not,
As this battle inside is fought.
This pain is so real,
And as sad as I feel,
I wish my heart would just heal.
But it won't...
Just too many damn times it's been broke.
So the consequence is this,
And that is...
The cut of my wrist.

[Kiba]

sad.....