Hi everyone! I've re written this story and added extra parts to it! R&R and tell me what you guys think of it!
Thanks too:
MuLan12365
kai'sgirl510
Angel of suicide
anger is fun-suicide is better
Bob: tear-drowned-angel dose not own beyblade or any of its characters but she dose own the poem!
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Hilary lay on the sand with ocean water in a shallow pool around her ankles, just staring mindlessly out at the horizon.
Look at her smile,
It used to be a real one
But got faker after a while
'Coz on her face it didn't belong.
Training had finished a little while ago. So she left them to relax, because she knew she wasn't wanted there, Tyson had said so himself. So why was she still here? What was the point? Nobody wanted her there. So why still be here?
She wanders alone aimlessly
No where to go and empty
Broken, shadowed, soullessly
Shunned by the world for all eternity
She was just selfish, living just because she was too afraid to die. The waves washed against her legs, as if trying to comfort her, trying to tell her something. The feelings of sadness followed her, everywhere she went, washing over her like the waves washing over the shore.
She used to be so happy
She had every thing in life
No longer sweet and sappy
She couldn't take it, surrendered to the knife
The blade in her right hand gave her the feeling of power and control. Yet it also gave the emotions of helplessness and sadness, as her grip tightened on the silver handle. It was selfish to still live. The pathetic feelings of fear and guilt stopped her. There was no point in still living if you were not needed, or wanted for that matter.
Her life had so much meaning
But now cold, dreary and lonely
Her future no longer brightening
Darkness devoured her soul slowly
She had no feelings; she was numb on the inside. Only the feelings of pain and sadness were able to slip through the solid wall of stone around her heart.
So she chose to end it
Wondering why life is worth living
Biting back tears, when realisation hit
Unconsciousness would come forgiving
She brought the knife to the air and slowly lowered it to her skin. Her hand trembled a little, knowing that this could be the end. The tears started to prickle at her eyes and rolled down her cheeks. Not bothering to wipe them she adjusted her grip letting the knifes sharp teeth sink in to her deathly pale skin memories flashed in front of her eyes some happy but mainly sad.
Tears came flowing down
To match the river of blood
On her face there was a frown
When darkness came to flood
The rivers of blood and tears stained the ocean red. To match her forever bleeding heart, hidden behind a smile. The frown on her face deepened as the tears kept pouring and the river of blood kept flowing.
But that smile became a smile
Because were coming to the end of this rhyme
Not fake, but real, not seen for a while
We have come to the end, it's now her timeā¦.
The darkness finally took over her. Her eyes rolled back. Her world may have faded, but her smile didn't.
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Tear: well there you have it. R and R please!