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Hiding loveDo you feel the walls closing in?
Do you remember how it all started?
We were so innocent.
But lost it.
How did it all come to this?
Drowning in the abbess?
You see me drowning in nothing.
You shake it off and ignore it.
You didn't see the suffering.
But now it's too late, cut the rope please?
Cause it keeps me hanging onto nothing!
What I don't need...
Help me, help me!
Why won't you talk to me?
It hurts every time you over look me.
I want you to approve but you don't see the truth.
I want to be free but this cage won't set me free and this rope tied around my neck.
Please don't over look the things I try to do to make you understand what I go through.
It's burning me from inside but I can't hide....
From the truth.
Oh why do I have to hide my love for you?
Jealous countries ch 2 "So I know what's been happening but can you explain to me why?" Dog raised an eyebrow at America who was lounging in his padded chair on the private jet. They had decided to travel to Italy first in order to get him out of that room. He was probably starving himself and worrying the other countries to death. Maybe even endangering his life.
"It started when you left." America scowled at the sky as if it had brought the misfortune onto them. Dog raised her eyebrow even more, waiting for his continuation. With a sigh America continued the tale.
"You kept us together Dog. When you left we all just fell apart! Me and Ice didn't know how to comfort Feli during the storms. Me and Feli didn't know how to help Ice deal with the other Nordics. And they didn't know how to help me with..." America trailed off, letting the unspoken words hang in the air.
"I am so sorry for leaving. I
Jealous nations ch 1 I walked along the street of England, heading for the airport. I was feeling down in the dumps lately so I had come to England as a surprise so we could talk and hang out like we used to before I became independent. But England reacted a totally different way then what I thought he would. He yelled at me and told me to just go home because he wasn't in the mood for babysitting. What did he mean babysitting? I the hero! The hero would be the one babysitting right?
But England had yelled at me a lot, even more than usual. He didn't mean anything that he said right? I wasn't a screw-up that should never have been born. I am that awesome hero that everyone needs me to be. Everyone could gain off of my hero moral and could do anything!
I wouldn't be so happy like this all the time if I didn't have those pills though. I hate those things so much. I can only be this stupid happy shell that everyone thinks is me.
LightThere it is the beautiful light that shines bright throughout the night.
But what would happen if it flickered?
What would happen if it pittered and pattered on the ground until the light died out.
What would happen if it felt the pain and hurt we all felt?
But no, it just sits up there shining down and the dying affair.
Blood spilling into the streets and hate going along with it so weak.
The light aluminates the blood on the ground shining bright all around.
And the light sees all this but never does a thing.
What is light to us now that we so love the dark?
Let us go and wonder in these unknown parts.
So good-bye beautiful light and until we meet again,
I shall lay my head down on this dark, cold, bed.
I'm fineI scream at the sky.
I scream at the crowds of happy people all around.
They laugh and smile without a care not knowing that just 10 steps away a girl lost her only true friend in the world that day.
I am falling apart piece by piece and no one can ever save me.
For every moment I'm falling apart as my heart and soul break apart.
Save me, save me, from this abbess.
Save me, save me, or did you miss?
I try to cloak I try to hide this broken heart tearing inside.
But at times when I am alone the cloak falls down and the tears fall.
But I wipe them away as quickly as they began and I look like that big strong girl again.
For with every question with "How are you?"
I always know what to say to you. For even if the tears run down my face I can still say the two worded lie "I'm fine."
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
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