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1Please help me1 by ~PerfectPunkAlchemist
A broken soul
Alone in this world
Waiting for a savior
When my eyes finally clear
They say
The word will be
A better place
Right now there’s only fear
Clawing to the surface
Breaking from its bonds
Terror engulfing
My entire being
Dull gray cloaks my world
Hazy green floating through
Depression
Laced with happiness
But like a flower in the cement
Depression chokes out
My happiness
My only hope lies in my hand
Glinting silver
In the pale moonlight
Singing to me sweetly
Some things never change
Sinking below the surface
To come again
Only more terrible
Song is truth
And writing sweet
My only true friends
They never leave
96. Hello?96. Hello?96. Hello? by ~PerfectPunkAlchemist
You became my friend through anime. We were able to talk about it and be silly. It was wonderful until you began to drift away. I loved being able to have somebody to talk to. I was part of a group for once. I had a table to sit at. That didn’t last long though. You became distant and I tried to reach back into that group of people where I had once belonged. It was so cold when you would talk to me. I hated myself. I thought I had pushed you away. I became depressed and sometimes would sit there in my room and think about killing myself. It was truly awful. I would send you texts that you would never reply to. Every hello or
19. UglyDo you know that moment when you realize that you love somebody who wants nothing to do with you? I do. I know how hard it is to watch them find somebody to love who just tears them down and cheats on them and leaves them alone when they need help. It hurts so badly. You want to help them, but they have no clue. Love truly is blind. Maybe if he saw the way that I look at him when he laughs, he would understand. The world looks at the surface, but never what is inside. For the past two years he has shrieked and ran away whenever I get anywhere near him. I see the way he looks at me like I’m nothing better than the dirt beneath the soles19. Ugly by ~PerfectPunkAlchemist
91. Above the CloudsDo you remember that fateful lunch period in sixth grade? I do; I remember it so clearly. That was one of the worst days of my life. I cried for an entire week after that. Every night, I would curl up in my bedroom and weep.91. Above the Clouds by ~PerfectPunkAlchemist
You and I were great friends. We made jokes in class to each other and I would sometimes playfully stab you with my pencil. I never really knew how to express my feelings towards you. I did write a failed song about you though. It ended up pretty bad as a song, but as free verse it wasn’t half bad. By now, I’ve lost it, but I remember pieces of it. Every time you came close to me while I was writing it, I woul
Semicolon (EnglandxReader)SemicolonSemicolon (EnglandxReader) by ~vengefulamber
EnglandxReader
The high-pitched ringing of Arthur Kirkland’s phone woke him up in the silence of the night and, glaring at the obnoxious device, he quickly answered it while rubbing his duly throbbing temples. An irritated “Hello?” was muttered from his end as he stared at the numbers on his alarm clock. It was nearly midnight.
“Mr. Kirkland?” a quiet voice stuttered into the receiver and Arthur felt his fatigue disappear.
Furrowing his thick brows, he swallowed, “Yes. Who is this?”
The hushed voice didn’t answer. “I- I know that you gave us your number with the intent of
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