Warnings for: overthinking, suicidal ideation, & suicide by falling off of a bridge.
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Tea time
Is a time
Of thinking
And reflecting.
Relaxing.
All it does to me,
However,
Is make me
Over think.
I wonder,
Why did America
Leave me?
Why does France
Call me
The black sheep
Of Europe?
Why does my family
Ignore me?
Why do my colonies
Always leave me?
I am disliked
By so many.
Even America,
Whom I suppose is my friend,
Tells me to
Drop dead.
I think
I will.
Drop dead,
I mean.
I believe
I'll fall
Off London Bridge.
The answers
To my many questions
Await me
In death.
Funny,
Isn't it?
In a way,
Death is like
Tea time.
A time to think.
Will they miss me?
I wonder...
Who will mourn
My death?
Perhaps no one will.
I'm on the bridge.
No more time to think,
I'll have plenty of that later.
Only time to jump,
So I jump,
As I suppose
It's time for tea.
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~Weirdanimewriter out!
Character: England.
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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-
