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.
