For the first time, I've found
A boy who has the same kind of problems as me.
I met this boy wearing a yellow cardigan after I've seen a few of them.
As many times I may have seen those yellow jackets around town, the one thing about this new guy I found fascinating was how he had the same problem as me and the same exact face. It was like he was my long lost twin! But the scary thing was... It was like I was watching myself. The me that wanted to end my life. This distant twin of mine didn't seem to notice how awesomely similar we were to each other though, and he took the words I wish I could say to someone else.
"I came here, hoping to erase the bruises that keep increasing everytime I come home," he said.
And again...
The words just kinda slipped out my mouth.
It didn't really matter to me either way.
But I ended up saying to him something even I myself can't believe in:
"Hey, just don't do it."
Ahh what should I do?
I can't stop this boy.
I don't have the right to stop him.
But even so, get away from here.
It's so painful for me to look at you.
Instead if crying or smiling or anything at all, this kid who was exactly like me did the most scariest thing ever. Without any emotion or expression of life, he mumbled a monotone reply back to me, his dull eyes staring straight into mine.
"Then I won't do it today," he said as he dropped his gaze, and disappeared.
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My R (Hetalia Songfic)
FanfictionA Hetalia songfic based off of the Vocaloid song "My R". The following fanfic follows the repeating cycle of Alfred F. Jones (Aka America) as he convinces other countries from committing suicide. Read along to find out how it ends! All songs, art, a...
