AN Hey all. I am so sorry I've been taking so long... but our comp kinda crashed a little bit and now... well... I think it still has a virus... or something. It's old. Anyway, I am so sorry. I will try to update once a week, but I have like... 9 stories in all. 5 are original, so check me out at as Darkened1. Anyway, I love all y'all... or at least the ones who review... (just playin! You are all publicity...lol) SOOOOOO SOOORRRYYY! I cannot express my sorrow for not uploading more often. But I will. I give you my word. My word is worth my weight in gold. That's 153 lbs of gold right there... would I throw it away lightly!

This wound you see,
You care not for me.
I read your eyes,
Sure, they may sympathize.

You are not saying 'love',
You are not seeing me,
What you be doin'
Is pityin' the freak.

As I draw this blade,
Across my wrist,
I think of you,
Whose eyes cannot pierce.

The blood,
As it dribbles,
Whispers agony,
In little tiny riddles.

And I think of you,
The one who made me feel so filthy.
What is it about me,
That repulses you so?

Is it that I'm so terribly lonely,
Instead of holding it in,
I let it all go?

These formless words,
And wordless cries,
They are all for an understanding hand.
Eyes that penetrate,
What you can plainly refuse.

May my shout rapture you,
May my blood run for purity,
For these feelings of worthlessness,
Are all your doing.

These scars will never fade,
This pain,
May it never go away.

Why cannot you see,
That for me,
Suffering takes so much more courage,
Than admitting defeat and taking the whole of me?

So I take this blade,
Draw it across my thighs.
Maybe you will not judge,
If you cannot see it with your eyes.

Finally,
My filthiness appeased,
I lay down my weapon,
My poison of choice.

I wait,
Staring at the ceiling,
Calling for the tears I can no longer cry.

Anguished and amused,
I roll over on my bed.
Giggling lightly, I wonder,
Would death ever be that bad?

(Originally, I was going to stop here, but I decided to finish on the emotions I felt before. So now that my thoughts on this have run dry, please bear with me as I finish this death song)

Were I gone,
Would you care?

Something in me,
Hopes you would cry a little,
Tense in apprehension at the call of my name.

Then I sigh,
Knowing I could pass you by,
And not effect you at all.

AN This would be... Hiei. I mean, come on, who else is dark and depressed enough to do this. The setting is, probably if he went to school, or one of his teammates looked past him when sorrow and pain was plainly etched upon his face.