Disclaimer: Eh oh everyone! You all know the deal I write, but don't own any of the characters that I have based this poem on.
I've taken this poem from Harry's POV hope it makes sense
Alone
I am alone in this world,
No one knows who I am.
Even I don't know who I am.
All I can do is watch.
Watch as my friends slowly disappear.
Watch as my troubles surface.
Watch as the birds fly above,
Wishing I could fly with them once again.
Wishing someone was there.
Wishing someone could help me.
Wishing somebody would care.
But how can they help if they do not know what is wrong?
I reach out for a hand,
And I find that there is one.
But now I realise that I do not deserve it,
For all the pain I have done.
I wishdraw my hand
And let go of hope.
There is nothing more I long for
Than to feel no pain, to sleep forever more.
So I will cut,
Swift and fast.
I will leave the letters for everyone
And become a thing of the past.
A/N Angsty, I know what can I say? Please read and review I don't care if they're flames