Hetalia Feels

Amour (P)

Warnings for: my terrible attempts at incorporating French, unrequited love, name-calling, references to eating disorders, references to rape, life regrets, & suicide by burning.
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I am the country
Of amour,
Oui?

So why
Am I caught up in
Such pitiful love?

Love,
In which
I love another,
Yet they don't
Love me back.

I am a lover,
Not a fighter.
I'm not used
To such ache.
I cannot fight
Such a terrible pain.

The pain
That comes
With hurtful comments,
Remaining unloved,
And this
Never ending sadness.

The comments sting,
As if a thousand bees
Were swarming
Around me.

Fat.
Pervert.
Rapist.

Am I fat?
I try not to be.
I love to eat,
So I throw up after.

Yes, I admit,
As for pervert,
I have those moments.
But who does not?

Rapist?
Love is something
That should never
Be forced on others.
I would rather die than
Do such a thing.

The comments
Get to me.
Day after day.
Month after month.
Year after year.

Not only words,
But regrets
Haunt me as well.

Joan,
Why did she
Have to die in such
A terrible way?
Why was I
So weak?

I have many
More regrets.
But who
Cares?

I believe
I will go now.
Tie myself up, and
Light my own fire
Beneath my feet.

I need to experience
The pain
A young, merciful girl
Went through.

It hurts
As I burn,
But I don't mind.

That so called
Rapist,
Pervert,
Fat excuse of a country?

Don't worry,
Smile.
He's gone.

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Agh forgot to add a note earlier so I'm adding it a few hours later. Good? Bad? What part made you sad (if any)? Constructive criticism and requests welcome! Desperately need requests. Help. XD Bai~

~Weirdanimewriter out!

Character: France.