This is the song I originally started out with, then it lead to the others, so that's why it's the longest most detailed one.
England's pov"
(BULLET by HOLLYWOOD UNDEAD)
"My legs are dangling off the edge." I say to unicorn beside me with a sigh.
"The bottom of the bottle is my only friend, really." I say, glaring at the colored glass holding the alcoholic beverage. These magical creatures around me always leave me in the end.
I think to myself, "I'll slit my wrists again."
Then, with my knife, I carve "I'm gone" into the flesh on my arm, trying not to wince.
"My legs are dangling off the edge and a stomach full of pills didn't work again." I explain to this flying mint colored bunny next to me, "So I'll put a bullet in my head and I'll be gone." gone, gone, gone like these words in the wind.
"I'm gone too far." I mumble, "Yeah I'm gone again."
"It's gone on too long," I sigh, looking up at the twinkling light of the stars above, "I'll tell you how it ends," I cleared my throat to better my dramatic tale to the mystical(yet quite REAL) creatures that surround me.
"I'm sitting on the edge with my 2 best friends," I hold out my hand to indicate to the stars how many 2 is before continuing.
"Ones a bottle of pills, ones a bottle of gin," I gesture to my pills beside me, and the gin in my hand, these are the only ones who will really miss me I think hugging my bottle closer to me and letting go when I hiccup.
"I'm 20 stories up," I know, I counted, "yeah I'm up at the top. I'll polish off this bottle, now it's pushing me off." I say, pretending to jump for a fleating second to see if anyone flinched, no one in my company did however.
I notice that the asphalt has never looked so soft to me before.
Then I pause and think, "I bet my son's found my letter, now they're calling the cops."
"I gotta take this opportunity before I miss it." I think because now I hear the sirens off in the distance.
"Believe me." I whisper to a friendly ghost, "when I tell you that I've been persistent."
"Because I'm more scarred, more scarred than my wrist is." I say, looking at what was once a snow-white wrist that has now transformed into a bloody hashing of scars, each one representing a time when I was mentally scarred.
"I've been trying too long, you see," I continue to inform uncaring beings and the open night sky, "But with too dull of a knife!"
"But tonight I made sure that I sharpened it twice," yet again I hold up to fingers.
"I never bought a suit before in my life," I say, tugging at constraining collar.
"But when you go to meet God, you know you want to look nice." I say, this time looking to the side, and the fairly there nods and smiles as if she doesn't really care if I live or die.
"So if I survive, then I'll see you tomorrow, yeah I'll see you tomorrow." I say, tipping my hat to them, and standing up on the ledge.
"A stomach full of pills didn't work again." I mumble when I realize I'm still not dead yet.
"I think I'll put a bullet in my head I'll be gone." I pull the trigger, but nothing happens, I try again," gone, gone, gone." I say each word with a pull of the trigger, but nothing seems to happen, so I let my mind wander.
(MIND WANDERING THROUGH MEMORIES)
"We hit the sky!" the little America cheers.
"Well there goes the light." France sighs from the couch.
"No more sun," the little Canada says in awe at the broken ceiling light, "why's it always night?" he asked me, well I didn't know the answer to that, but I tried to explain(of core in a way that neither of us understood).
"When you can't sleep, well, you can't dream," I started out
"When you can't dream, well, what's life mean?" I asked, and the child Canada shrugged.
(NEXT MEMORY)
"We feel a little pity, but don't empathize when the old are getting older and we watch the young men die." I write in my journal after going to a funeral for my nephew.
(NEXT MEMORY)
A Father and a son and someone you know, smile at each other in a picture frame on your desk and realize you don't,
You don't know what happened to those kids you raised.
"What happened to the Father, who swore he'd stay?" you ask your self.
"I didn't know because you didn't say," you tell him in you're head, remembering the time he left you.
"Now I'm gonna feel guilty, yeah I'm gonna feels pain." I think, remembering when he came back, how I was the one who left.
(NEXT MEMORY)
"When I was young, I never thought I'd die," I thought, "Then I found that I could but I was too scared to try,
I looked in the mirror and I said goodbye. Then I climbed to the roof to see if I could fly."
(End of MEMORIES)
"I wish that I could fly, way up in the sky." I comment looking over to all the flying creatures behind me with envy.
"I'd be like a bird so high-" I whisper gazing up at the sky, then I saw from the corner of my eye, my two sons and my (ex)husband burst around the corner.
"Oh, well, I might just try-" I said, and I saw their eyes wide in shock starring up at me in horror. I smiled a sad smile in their direction, then took a leap to see if I could fly.
