Today is that day again
Today is that day again
Time is really going by fast, isn't it?
I still remember the times when we used to be together all the time…
Laughing and having fun….did you love me these days?
Well, at least I loved you, until that day
The 4th of July
I want my independence after all, England
You used to be….so big
I love you, big brother England.
Oh god I hate you old hag.
I looked at the gun in my hands and smiled, wondering if I should really do this, but then again I couldn't take this anymore. I could still hear the fireworks, they had been so loud that I wondered if you actually wanted to tease me or something. The only thing I ever wanted is love. You gave it to me , you took it from me. What would you feel when I'm dead; will you feel regret or sorrow or….joy? You hate me don't you? Though I would hate me too if I was you. It sure is a strange thought; the great British Empire, committing suicide. The little piece of paper, my will, still lay on the table next to me. I pointed the gun at my head and looked for a last time outside in the rain, I hate the rain, it always makes me feel depressed and….lonely.
And I pulled the trigger.