Warnings for: hopelessness, referenced depression & self hatred, death of a minor (but not really), & suicide by drowning.
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I want nothing more
Than to be a country.
To be recognized
As one.
To be noticed,
And liked.
Maybe even
Loved.
But that will
Never happen.
I've lost all hope.
I'll never be recognized
As a country...
So what's the point?
England hates me,
Other countries
Ignore me.
I feel so useless.
I'm fed up
With being overlooked.
Feeling unloved.
I just can't
Take it anymore.
Slowly,
This hurt,
This depression
Has taken hold
Of my life.
It has increased
My self hatred.
I hate myself
And wish I was dead
All the time.
I'm so hopeless.
I'll never be a country.
I should just die.
So I will.
I stand here,
On the little bit
Of land
That I call home,
And overlook the ocean.
Taking a deep breath,
I remind myself why
I'm here.
To die.
I fall,
More or less jumping,
Before reaching
The unforgiving ocean,
And the mercy
Of death.
In my final moments,
I smile.
I see land.
I see myself,
Finally a country.
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I'll try to update one more before I leave, after all, I want to update ASAP! This was meant to be for after I returned, but whatever XD I felt like updating :) Requested by AnimeRules369 through a private chat! Thanks for the requests, I look forward to receiving more! Bai~
~Weirdanimewriter out!
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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-
