Yeah I'm back again. More of my disturbing poems. Or at least that what my friends think, the ones that read them. Well today I was going through my closet looking for my boots, but while I was looking I found my pokemon cards, my pikachu stuffed animal, my ferby and my diva star. I hate that ferby. They are annoying and creepy. We played hockey today, and I trick people to think I wont play hard. I half skip and walk to the circle when I was a forward. And right before the gym teacher blew the whistle I went from a fake smile to a smirk and narrowed my eyes, and get serious. I ran circles around them. But someone knocked me down and now I usually get revenge. So I whacked the person in the stomach. It looked accidental and I didn't hit them hard. Well I should start with the story...

Hiei POV-

Then I heard something. A bush started to move. I kept my eyes on the paper. Watching everything out of the corner of my eye. Preparing myself for anything that might come out....

But it was just Kuwabara. "Why were you in a bush?" I asked him.

His face looked blank, "I forget." I rolled my eyes. Then Quizzical came out of the forest. "Hey you're that crazy stalker!" he said pointing at him.

"I'm not his stalker!" he said trying to defend himself.

"Then why are you here?" I asked him.

He smiled, "Just walking by." And then he left.

"Freak," Kuwabara said. Kitty and Botan came out arguing with Yusuke and Kurama trailing behind them.

"What are fighting about?" Kuwabara asked them. But they were too busy arguing to hear.

"Well," Kurama said, "first it started out about a conversation about what type of demon that Quizzical is."

"That friggen moron thinks he is a fairy type thing," Kitty said folding her arms and rolling her eyes.

"I didn't say I think he is! I said he might be! Besides nothing is impossible," she said also folding her arms.

"Oh yea then why cant I slam a rotating door?" Kitty asked leaning back. She paused in thought. While they went back to arguing I went back to writing.

As you watch the blood pour from me

Many thoughts race through your head

But don't worry I'll soon be dead

I keep bleeding

Never stopping

You want me to stop

But you don't help

This is suicide to you

But I didn't do it

You'll never guess who

They pushed me down

They didn't care

To them it didn't matter if I was here

So think harder

And you'll see

Who did this to me?

You let me bleed

You let me die

You're wrong

This is not suicide

Check a mirror

You'll see who killed me

And let me die

But don't forget I didn't commit suicide

Your reflections shows my killer

But you don't believe

You think its suicide

You look back at your self

And think it's ok

I'm not really dead

You start crying

And you realize

This was not suicide

You cut me

Left me for dead

At least you know this isn't suicide

You try to forget

But when you look in the mirror

You will remember me

The one you killed

The one you let die

The one you thought committed suicide

The mirror tells no lies

So don't forget

You are the one who let me die

"Hey Hiei," I heard Yusuke say. I look up. "What are you writing?

"Words," I said.

"I know that," he said.

"Then why did you ask me?" I asked him.

"Just give me that," he said as he yanked it from my hand. I watched him as he read it. His expression and the look in his eyes changed. Everyone else gathered around him as they read. I smirked watching as all their faces fell.

"Do you really mean this?" Kurama asked.

"Mean what?" I asked. He sighed.

"The suicide," he said.

Maybe yes, maybe no. Either way I'll never tell," I said flatly.

That's all I can write now. Stuff to do. Mostly stupid things. I fell down the stairs this week while roller blading in the house. So much fun. That poem was called reflection. Wrote it about a "friend" of mine that called me stupid and always said I cant see you doing that when I tried to do something new for four years. Also if you are wondering why I changed. It's because I was thinking about I would be better off that way. And I don't like people knowing what I am thinking. Well bye.