Warnings for: mourning loved ones, self hatred, and suicide by poison.
~~~~~I miss them.
Holy Rome
And Grandpa Rome.
I smile anyways
Despite how broken I amI know that,
Eventually,
Like I always do,
I will surrender.I will surrender
To the pain inside of me.
And then,
I will join the ones I love
In death.I am useless,
I know.
I cannot fight,
I am not strong.
I am weak.Romano might miss me.
Germany might miss me.
Japan, Spain, and a few others
Might miss me.
I hope they will.
I don't think they will.I hope that no one cries
When I am gone.
I hope that Germany
Finds a new friend.I would stay,
But I am broken,
And I will soon surrender.I can't handle it,
Not even pasta cheers me up now.
Instead, I will use it
To end my life.I smile,
Looking
at the purposely poisoned pasta
That will seal my fate.
I surrender...~~~~~
Noooo not Italy! Got inspired and had to write this. Do these even qualify as poems? XD I hope that I'm not making everyone TOO sad... Bai~~Weirdanimewriter out!
Character: Italy.
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Hetalia Feels
FanfictionEverything Hetalia Feels, ranging from war memories to suicide notes. REQUESTS CLOSED Warning: triggers, self harm, suicide, death, etc. I do not own Hetalia. Cover by @-mxple-