Hey gang. Hikari Emi here. Yeah...I was bored and I decided to type up a poem. It's from Tenten's point of view, so yeah. Kinda sad and such, but oh well. Oh, and excuse me for my potty mouth lol )

Disclaimer: Don't own nothing except the poem and the clothes on my back...except the sweatshirt...that's my boyfriend's

Tenten had had a rough day and was now curled up in her one person apartment in her bathroom. The sink was on, the water running loudly so that no one would hear her cry. She was a kunoichi. Kunoichis don't cry. But she was stressed, and all the stress finally got to the poor girl. She had just gotten back from a mission when she had learned that Neji had been hospitalized and was now unconcious. He had run into bad luck on his mission and had barely made it back to Konoha, the only one left alive out of his squad.

Tenten had gotten home from visiting him, and he knew that she was distressed, and when she was like that she was prone to doing stupid things. He had told her to go home and go to bed and to not worry about him, but shortly after that he had passed out and the heart monitor that monitored his heart beats started buzzing. The medic nins had shoved Tenten out of the room and told her to go home as they swiftly began to work on the Hyuga protegy.

All the stress of Neji, and her missions and the drama her fellow kunoichis had been bringing to her finally grew too much for Tenten to handle. The scars were faded on her left arm, soft reminders of what happened the last few times her stress took over. Unable to stop herself from fighting the urge, Tenten trembling picked up a kunai and sliced her arm up again, going over the old and fading scars. When she had had enough the kunoichi dropped the kunai with a clatter and crouched in the corner, silently staring at the lines of blood running down her arm. A small puddle of blood rested on the floor where the kunai now lay and Tenten started sobbing softly, having broken her promise to her beloved.

Relapse

Again I was stupid, again I was sad

Again I did something that was very bad.

I'm so fucking weak, unable to fight the urge

I feel the sting, I fell over the verge.

Angry red lines, swollen from the abuse I have come to dread

The abuse that I do to myself with the knife under my bed.

It's no longer bleeding, but I still hang my head

I didn't do as my lover said.

I didn't go to bed, I let my thoughts stray

A bad decision which my emotions did help sway.

I'm a complete mess, trembling all the time

Even now I tremble as I write this rhyme.

Terror completely fills my soul

Terror of my one current goal.

I want to be with him; I knew that I'd do wrong

But he's not here and I sadly sing this song.

I cut myself again, to weary and emotional to halt

I still firmly believe that EVERYTHING is my fault.

I'm sorry my love that I'm not that strong

To stop myself from doing this wrong.

"I'm sorry Neji," Tenten choked out quietly. "I'm sorry." And with that the kunoichi closed her eyes and fell out of awareness. She hadn't done nearly enough damage to be life-threatening, but it continued to bleed slugglishly. Tenten would wake up the next morning and have it cleaned up and bandaged before anyone would see. Such are the happenings of results of broken kunoichi.

Hikari: Sad i know, but meh (shrugs) i was in a depressed mood.

Maya: yeah...well. ya know the drill. R&R

Both: Tschues