Who will suicide hurt?Empty and cold insideWho will suicide hurt?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is this all that's left
This narration inside my mind
The ability to have these thought is the only thing keeping me alive
What would it be without them
No pain to think about
Nothing to worry about
I wouldn't need to cry anymore
I'd still be empty, but atleast I wouldn't have to know it
I can't cry anyway
There are no tears left inside
It's like my sorrow is too much to express
But would others cry
What about my parents, my friends, my one true love, would they cry
My parents wouldn't shed a tear
I have to friends to shed tears for me
For me, there exists no one true love
There is no lover to shed a tear for me
I was scared I'd hurt someone, but there is no one to hurt
If there is no one to shed a tear for me, than why should I shed a tear for myself
Guardianship Chapter 2Guardianship Chapter 24 years ago in Humor More Like This
It had been a few years since Arthur Kirkland had come and adopted Alfred and Matthew. They were attending school, and though Alfred grumbled and complained about the work, he always left enthusiastically with a bright smile and a hand in Matthew's as their adopted father waved them off.
Of course, school started to give Alfred strange thoughts And after contemplating them (as hard as any little ten year old boy can), the blonde decided to consult his ever clever, shy, cute and quiet brother.
"Mattie " The pout that the little blonde wore was comically adorable, his cheek puffed out, lips pouting, bright blue eyes averted to the side and the faintest of blushes tinting his cheeks. "I was kinda wonderin' y'know " Awkwardly, the boy swung his feet a bit as he sat on his twin's bed, his hands pressed to the mattress between his legs. "Have you ever " Swallowing hard, Alfred turned his eyes shyly to his brother's, blushing darker before turning them a
Over Powered 3 - RusCan"Please stop staring at me," I whispered to Russia urgently, "It's disturbing me,"Over Powered 3 - RusCan4 years ago in Romance More Like This
"No, I don't think I will, Mattvey," Russia replied, putting enough emphasis on my name to make me flinch.
The past year had been...interesting to say the least. It was like Russia had all of sudden "became interested in better relations between these two northern countries" as quoted by his prime minister. He ever so slowly started inviting my prime minister over; for dinners, conferences, etc. I had gotten away with faking ill to not go, saying the oil sands were giving me a headache or my debt was giving me a small fever. However, nothing prevented Russia and his prime minister from coming to my home.
I had tried various methods of subtle persuasion, but my prime minister didn't seem to take the bait. It was all, "we should make an equal effort", "avoiding conflict" and other things to make me feel guilty.
Of the three times Russia had come over, this was the first th