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I'm DyingI'm dying.
Every week another pain.
Every day another bullet.
Every hour I feel the strain
Of every minutes insignificance,
Boring away, reminding me that
I am nothing yet.
I've given up on so many things
That have made me who I am
And as I stare into my empty room
I realise I'd never noticed the light bulb had fused.
Not only have I nothing
I am also nothing to you,
Which is why you should have told me this
Before I dipped my toes into the most temperate of waters
Only to find the tap had ran cold.
I am a bore
And this is why I can fully understand
My friend's neglect. Soon they won't have to worry.
I will have drifted further into icy waters,
Immersing myself in negativity and sufficient
Amounts of hope.
SwitzerlandxReader - Pull my Trigger - Pt. 3~~~~7 Months Later~~~~
You and your dad were driving to your new apartment with the car packed with your belongings and moving trucks following you from behind. Your apartment was about a 2 miles from your dad's place, and a mile and a half from Liechtenstein and Switzerland's place. It was right in from of the beach, near the coastline. It was a warm, beautiful day; the clouds were spread out evenly, making shapes of bears and hearts. The sun was right above you, smiling and shining brighter than ever. The weather was perfect, and you could tell from the very seat you were sitting in that your day was going to be great. Your dad was fully aware that you and Switzerland were a thing, which made him a bit scared the you were on your own, with a boyfriend. He didn't want anything fishy going on between you two; but he could trust you.
He helped you unload and take your things inside. The room wasn't too big, but it wasn't too small, either. It was just right. After your room was filled w
LithiumA single trickling rain drop
Like gossamer silk strands
Gliding along my third eye
Whispers wind's secret caress
I exhale. Lungs releasing-
Pressing translucent memories;
Fragment of a fragment
As water kisses rose petal,
Drifting down stream's curtain
Pretty little curtain.
Where the wizard lies.
He smiles up at me
With his monocled brow-
Sipping on warm tea
And fingers quacking casually
To the rhythm of his notes
This is a safe-zone. Free-zone.
Innocent eyes sparkle,
Imploring it to be true. I breathe.
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