So people like my poetry. Well I have a lot written and I don't know what to do with them so they might appear in this story a few times. They tie in with my story. I have a black notebook. That's how I thought of it. I write things and draw things in there. I got it a few years ago when we went shopping and all my brothers and sisters wanted stupid toys or video games. But I just got a notebook. My parents tried to convince me to get something else but I got it. Their gifts costing up to fifty dollars and mine one dollar. I didn't regret it. I can still use mine. The toys are broken. But on with the story. Oh yeah I found another one of my poems. Not that it matters but it sort of ties in.....

Hiei POV-

I sat by the window with the notebook. Scribbling furiously on the paper. I don't know why I do this, but I still do it. It doesn't really help but I like seeing the expression on their faces when they read it. Now they know how I really feel. How I rally think. I read over my writing.

You all watch me as I fade

I'm disappearing

I'm disappearing with all my hopes

And with all my fears

I am almost no longer here

You watch me

You don't know what to do

So you let me fade

I do not exist

You watch in fear as I disappear

Till I fade away

Another day you will wake

You will wonder where I am

Then you remember I am no longer here

I fade from your thoughts

And all I know is that I was never here

It was good enough I guess. I walked past them and dropped on Kuwabara's head. He was going to say something but I was already backing at the window. I watched theirs expressions change when they read it. I smirked. I knew what they were thinking. If they didn't want to hear it they didn't have to read it. The decided to feel my pain, my misery. I watch all their smiles fade.

Yukina POV-

Personally I liked reading what Hiei wrote down. It could be depressing and a little sad, but I still thought it was good. I wasn't worried till I found it lying around one day. I flipped to a new page and started reading.

I want to die. I want to die. I want to die I want to die. I want to die. I want to die.

I want to die. I want to die. I want to die I want to die. I want to die. I want to die.

I want to die. I want to die. I want to die I want to die. I want to die. I want to die.

I want to die. I want to die. I want to die I want to die. I want to die. I want to die.

I want to die. I want to die. I want to die I want to die. I want to die. I want to die.

I want to die. I want to die. I want to die I want to die. I want to die. I want to die.

I want to die. I want to die. I want to die I want to die. I want to die. I want to die.

And it went on like that for five pages. Front and back. I wondered if he really meant that or he was just writing. Considered I went to Kurama and asked him about this. He read it. His eyes widening as he red thought the pages. He flipped thought them all. Nothing else was written after the last of the five pages.

That's all I'm writing for now. I am tired from our week of testing and I might update tomorrow because we don't have school. That poem up there was called Fade. Did you like it? Did you hate it? Should I keep writing my poems in the story? I don't know. You peoples can decide. My poems might start to bore you people. Oh and that I want to die thing, was also part of another one of my notebooks but it was I hate myself instead. No one in my family ever found out though. So that's all, I'm too tired to write more. So bye.