I had no school today so I had time to write more. I have worked on two new poems. So I think I'll add them in.....

Kuwabara POV-

I have been reading through Hiei's writings. He has a few new ones. So I read them.

I'm broken

Left in tiny pieces

Nothing can fix me

I have a broken smile

And a broken soul

You shattered me

Just like I was glass

The feeling is gone

I am six feet under

My appearance is shattered

All I am is a broken soul

I turned the page and read another one.

I don't belong

I am an exile

Meant to live alone

Washed up and hated

They all take time to criticize me

I am a loner

An exile

Nothing but a shadow to all

I'm the one they love to hate

They bring me down

But I don't fight back

I am lost

And alone

I have always been an exile

And I will always remain one

I turned around and jumped a little. "Sorry Hiei I didn't see you there," I said. He just stared at me with his cold eyes. I looked away. I couldn't look into his eyes. It was just weird. Now that I know what he is thinking. I hate that notebook, but I can't stop reading it. It's like there is something pulling me to it.

Hiei POV-

I don't even know why I am writing my thoughts down. I just can't stop. I started scribbling words down.

I cant see anything from where I am

Everything is all the same

Black and white are the only colors I see

Darkness surrounds me

In my soul

And in my heart

As time goes by I wait for it to lighten up

But it will never happen

There is no light inside me

They all left me here in my darkness

I have no place to go

My life is a nightmare

I am a nightmare

I can't see anyone

The darkness surrounds me

My life is a dark cloud

That's all I can write for now. Those poems were just newly written. The first one is called broken, the second one is called exile, and the last one is called dark. That's all I'm writing for today and maybe for the weekend. I'm so frustrated with my family. I don't want to think about my life or family. We had to do family bonding but it never works out for me. While they are all their happy go lucky people in the car, I sit as far as way from them staring out the window staying completely silent while writing. I might have time Saturday to write but that's if I want to. I was thinking about suicide, but I don't know what to think. I think about it every time I look at a kitchen knife. This morning I was looking at my reflection in the knife. I hate my reflection. I hate everything about me. Except my eyes. No one else that I have met has had the same eye color as me. I hate looking like everything else. My mom always buys me and my sister the same clothes but in different color. Well she used to. We used to have to share presents. We are considered one person in this family. Until I changed. Now nothing is the same. But if you peoples want I'll keep writing my poems in here. You decide. I'm not used to deciding what I want to do so you can.......