Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ I Hurt Myself Today ❯ Hurt ( One-Shot )
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By: FiveFootAngel 
A broken man's musings
Anime/Manga: Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 05.07.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 520 | Visits: 480 | Status: Completed
A broken man's musings
Anime/Manga: Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 05.07.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 520 | Visits: 480 | Status: Completed
I hurt myself today To see if I still feel I focus on the pain The only thing that's real The needle tears a holeThe old familiar sting Try to kill it all away But I remember everything
“Please don’t hurt her…please…” The boy sniffed hugging the corpse. He stood there struck dumb. “Wake up….mama!” Red eyes watered as the boy looked up at him. “What have you done?!” He yelled through tears. “Why is she not waking up!?” The boy grabbed a gun and held it up trying to look threatening. A boy trying to be a man. Shaking furiously he held up a gloved hand, he stared at the boy tears streaming down his brown face one hand cradling his mother’s corpse the other desperately clutching a gun. The crying stopped.
What have I become My sweetest friend Everyone I know goes away In the end And you could have it all My empire of dirt I will let you down I will make you hurt
“I am going to become Fuhrer Maes….” He his eyes beneath the standard military hat, a standard military funeral. For a standard man. It would rain tonight. He was gone, his rock, his friend. Nobody would be there to bombard him with pictures, nobody to ring him when he was bored, nobody to be there when he was lonely nobody to save him when he wanted to die. It would rain tonight.
I wear this crown of thorns Upon my liar's chair Full of broken thoughts I cannot repair Beneath the stains of time The feelings disappear You are someone else I am still right here
He didn’t know where he was going anymore. He didn’t have an aspiration anymore. Somebody living the days because he couldn’t die. A mere shell of what he had been. He needed a relief. Everyone he knew hurt. Isn’t funny how nothing went right for him. As if God were mocking him. It rained all the time for him. Inside he was decaying falling away wishing himself into oblivion. Wishing himself to be another person anyone else, have some other soul carry his cross, pay for his sins.
What have I become My sweetest friend Everyone I know goes away In the end And you could have it all My empire of dirt I will let you down I will make you hurt
They both made a mistake, they knew it. He’d rejected a simple handshake, while the other wishes it had been a more heartfelt goodbye. They wished each other off not knowing if either of then would come back alive. They both punished themselves, for knowing that they would never be together and for accepting the fate God had given them.
If I could start again A million miles away I would keep myself I would find a way
“Please don’t hurt her…please…” The boy sniffed hugging the corpse. He stood there struck dumb. “Wake up….mama!” Red eyes watered as the boy looked up at him. “What have you done?!” He yelled through tears. “Why is she not waking up!?” The boy grabbed a gun and held it up trying to look threatening. A boy trying to be a man. Shaking furiously he held up a gloved hand, he stared at the boy tears streaming down his brown face one hand cradling his mother’s corpse the other desperately clutching a gun. The crying stopped.
What have I become My sweetest friend Everyone I know goes away In the end And you could have it all My empire of dirt I will let you down I will make you hurt
“I am going to become Fuhrer Maes….” He his eyes beneath the standard military hat, a standard military funeral. For a standard man. It would rain tonight. He was gone, his rock, his friend. Nobody would be there to bombard him with pictures, nobody to ring him when he was bored, nobody to be there when he was lonely nobody to save him when he wanted to die. It would rain tonight.
I wear this crown of thorns Upon my liar's chair Full of broken thoughts I cannot repair Beneath the stains of time The feelings disappear You are someone else I am still right here
He didn’t know where he was going anymore. He didn’t have an aspiration anymore. Somebody living the days because he couldn’t die. A mere shell of what he had been. He needed a relief. Everyone he knew hurt. Isn’t funny how nothing went right for him. As if God were mocking him. It rained all the time for him. Inside he was decaying falling away wishing himself into oblivion. Wishing himself to be another person anyone else, have some other soul carry his cross, pay for his sins.
What have I become My sweetest friend Everyone I know goes away In the end And you could have it all My empire of dirt I will let you down I will make you hurt
They both made a mistake, they knew it. He’d rejected a simple handshake, while the other wishes it had been a more heartfelt goodbye. They wished each other off not knowing if either of then would come back alive. They both punished themselves, for knowing that they would never be together and for accepting the fate God had given them.
If I could start again A million miles away I would keep myself I would find a way