Thread: Itachi

A broken soul, a broken house
Whose cries were as loud as a mouse
No one to hear and no one to care
Now the guilty has pain to bear

I was alone to bear this pain.
I had killed my clan and no one was there to guide me or shed their light.
No one wanted to help me restore some of what I had left behind.
I was a broken soul left to die.
I clutched my Akatsuki uniform tightly around me
as I looked around in the dark.
I was a murderer.
A filthy murderer.
I had blood on my hands all the time.
No one thought that I was sad for what I was doing.
They all hated me because they thought I had a stone heart.