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!

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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 time….

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!