A/N: To make a long story short I'm in a bad mood, sick as a dog, and just had the most emotional breakdown in my life. Enjoy the freaking poem. And if you don't, I can't say I care.

Disclaimer: Based on something not mine.

Who Gives a *Censored*

I surely don't…

Sick of this mission I cannot complete

Falling into a hole that seems thirty feet deep

Fill it with mud and see if I care

I will never admit I'm full of despair.

Grab your shovel and dig me out

So you can torture me more till I shout

Try all you want,

You will not succeed.

Go ahead,

Give me cuts, make me bleed.

I'll just spit on you

Head held high,

Defiance lingering in my gleaming eyes.

Just know one last thing before I die;

I won't.

Now look down,

Your bloods mixing with mine.

A/N: Okay I calmed down some. Sorry about earlier, I just needed to vent and putting my emotions into my poems is a way of doing that. I'll probably put the next chapter of 'Dropping in and Hanging out' in tomorrow, check it out if you don't know what I'm talking about. Oh yea I almost forgot, this is in Vegeta's point of view. When he had no one expect enemies and acquaintances, if you could call the people he didn't feel like wasting time on that. Dropping in and Hanging out, is also DBZ related too. Review and ask questions of you want, I'll reply.