This is poems that different Naruto characters write. It explains why and where they fit in. I wrote them myself and I do not own Naruto.
Dark, deep, cold haunted places
Forgotten horrors, bony faces
Corpses n' blood, calling breezes
Mangled bones, choking wheezes
Creaking, crawling, howls and cries
Ghosts, skeletons, everything dies
Blood stains, burns, fabric torn
Every room looks forlorn
Gloomy and depressing this dark house stands
The broken wood, splinters reaching out like hands
It needs repairs and gleeful fixes
Furniture, flowers and colorful mixes
This house is not a house but a broken soul
Whose happy life has taken a terrible toll
No one there to help or reach out
Wandering lonely, out n' about
People pass on by without a care
No one helps or even stops to stare
This house will break down soon
Collapsing under the light of the moon
It crashes and crumbles
Creaks and rumbles
The soul is in pieces, cold and dead
This was what was always in dread
Too fragile, too weak, to stay upright
Others to afraid to shed their light
Memory of the fallen rack there minds
The remembrance of death really binds
Help was scarce and left alone
Now all that's left is skin and bone
So many souls break down and die
Because the others were way to shy
Fallen souls lay unmoving
Death and pain, lay proving
We cannot be alone to despair
And finally go beyond repair
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.
Did you ever stop to think about the minds of the murderers?
They guilt that they experience when they were life plunderers?
How they must feel all the time, all alone
Wasting away becoming just skin and bone?
They have done a great deed from which isn't forgiven
Die at the chair or shamed at it for liven'?
Hated by all, rejected as well
Their death dates come soon like a toll of a bell
The pain that they feel inside as everyone jeers
As they hand from the gallows as everyone cheers
The tears that they spill from the pain that they're given
The madness inside of them has them driven
Have they ever said to you to just kill them now?
You beat them and at your feet they plead and bow
The remorse they feel is like none other
They cry for the forgiveness of their mother
We hate them, despise them, and treat them as dirt
With all the torture it makes them alert
Of suicide and leaving this cold world
And leaving their penance in which they've been hurled
They've killed before, why not again?
Strangle themselves so you will not win
They're dead inside and seem not to care
And you frown and growl, yell and glare
You want them to die, to pay the price
You control their life, like rolling the dice
They seem to sit and wait for their penance in vain
Feeling all the excruciating mental pain
The hate that they feel is just unreal
Their sentence isn't as bad as the guilt that they feel
They walk away, pained gaze focused down
As they head to prison sentenced by the town
Have you ever killed a man?
Got scared and ran?
Felt the guilt and pain?
While you were still sane?
Compassion to them is very rare
No one is ever dealt with fair
So go on and sentence this guilt ridden man
His pain will have ended, and yours has began
I studied the silent forest and let a few tears drop. I wasn't one for crying but it hurt inside. I was cutting and considering suicide but before I would do that, I needed to apologize to my vengeful brother. He wouldn't understand now, but he would later on in life. Once he becomes a killer, he will know my pain. He will now what it's like to kill a man. He will know what it's like to force yourself to not show your feelings. He will know what true suicidal means. True pain. True hurt.
I turned and began walking to the village where my brother was at. I would commit suicide by letting my brother kill me. He will understand eventually. He will feel the guilt even though some of his pain will be lost. He will gain the pain of knowing he has killed me. He will understand all of this torture. Sasuke will curse me for it, but I only want to make him stronger. That is my goal. Killing me is just one step. If he likes it, he will take a similar path in which I have taken.
I near the village very slowly, thinking the whole way as to occupy my mind away from the thoughts of my suicide.
Sakura will see the side of him which has been hidden inside of him since the night I killed the clan.
Naruto will have to protect all those around him because Sasuke's hidden nature will have been brought into view.
I, Itachi Uchiha, may have never cleared my name, or killed all of the Akatsuki, but I have been making my brother stronger and I have been making him understand himself more and more. He will not like it and he will still hate me for it but he will understand why I did this when he is old enough. I know he will live up to the Uchiha standards one way or another. Good or bad.
I was almost there. Almost to Sasuke.
I stopped at the gate. I could feel his eyes on me. I closed my arms and stepped out from the safety of the trees and held out my arms.
Make it fast little brother. Make it fast.