ArtMy pencil is broken,Art2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I ran out of paper,
My mind isn't working right,
I need to write or draw,
I need to get the ideas on paper,
Out of my head,
I can't concentrate till i do.
I write to keep sane,
I draw to stay calm,
Art is part of who i am,
I need art so i can hold on.
Don't you dare say it's pointless,
It saves lives and brings joy,
It's beautiful and wonderful and always perfect,
All art has meaning.
All art is important.
When I Need ThemI have learned to quietly do as i'm told,When I Need Them2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Not to argue or joke,
It seems wrong when i'm sad,
Because it's when i should be mad,
I crumble so easily,
It barely takes anything,
I reach out only to see,
Everyone walk away from me,
The ones i really want to talk to,
Seem to not care when i need to,
It hurts when they ignore me,
It's like they only like me when i'm acting silly,
I wish they would talk to me,
And even when they do i feel guilty,
I feel so guilty dumping all my problems on someone else,
I don't want anyone to worry about me,
I just want them to care,
I know how hard that is,
I know it's hard to be there.
Especially for me,
I over react,
I may everything seem like a tragedy,
I can't help but wonder how they tolerate me.
sick of meI'll go off somewhere else,sick of me2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When where i am turns to hell,
I go to where my friends are and ask for help,
Turns out they don't care either.
I feel ignored by them too,
I'm so foolish to expect them to care right now,
I just got so used to it before,
But now it's like they are all sick of me.
Hetalia: UkxUs"England!!!!!!!!!!!!! Help me!" American cried from a distance.Hetalia: UkxUs2 years ago in Humor More Like This
England had let him go off by himself as some sort of spy.
England began instantly running to find America, who sounded like he was in alot of pain.
"America!" England cried when he found him crumpled up in a ditch.
"I was spying like you said...and i fell." America said shamefully.
"Stupid!..But you are hurt, you are too pathetic for me to really be angry at you." England said climbing his way down to America.
He sat down next to the injured man (er..um country)and gently put his hand on America's chest.
"How do you feel?" England asked trying not to get mad at America for this set back.
"i have to admit...the fall did hurt me." America said blushing.
England touched America's scraped face.
"Dear, you've gotten cut up pretty badly." England said with genuine concern.
America was so taken back and stunned by England's love he almost stopped breathing.
"Uh...yeah." America stuttered.
"Come on let's get