This is what happens when I am bored.

Poem about Tsubasa dyeing kinda sad not for young children.

I don't own Beyblade.

What's the point?

No one loves me,

not even like.

The GUY I LOVE,

Couldn't care less about me.

My life is worthless,

even Eagle doesn't need me.

I've decided,

there's no one in the hotel room

and so I get a knife,

and bring it to my wrist,

watching the red liquid fall down my arm,

small drops of ruby color land on my clothes,

I slice ten more gashes –

totaling twelve –

totaling the number of wasted years.

Crimson blotches forever stain my beige pants,

I am falling weak,

in an attempt to end this meaningless life I hack my pants to shorts,

and engrave my emotions immortally-

Sad,

Useless,

Depressed,

Hopeless,

Waste of time,

Vile,

the last was the hardest-

Sorry.

Weaker,

Weaker,

I force my body to loss more blood,

I must be dead before they come back,

I carve one scratch down both my arms,

and enter a never ending slumber.

They all come back,

I hear a scream from Madoka

And howling from,

from Yu,

but why?

Why is he saying,

He loved me,

but why?

I love him,

now,

he is sad because of me.

It's too late,

my soul is claimed,

I'm floating up,

Up

Up

I'm sorry Yu,

I am truly sorry.

Well how was it I liked it but it's only because I don't like Tsubasa and I like blood soo you must review or more characters will die.