Disclaimer: i dont own anything you recognize

this is a poem i wrote

it describes a young Harry that has had enough of life and contemplates death


What is worth living for?

For when the world hates you,

The purpose to live seems futile

What is worth dying for?

Love is worth

But I have no love.

What is the difference?

Between life and death?

Death supposedly hurts me

Life hurts me more

If I were to choose

Between life and death

I would chose death

For death welcomes anyone

Regardless of age, gender, and race

If I chose life

It would require struggle

And love.

I am too weak for struggle

And too far gone for love.

So my choice

As I hover between Life and Death

Life's arms cold and struggling

Death's arms warm and accepting

Would be the one

That requires less pain

For I don't have

Anything worth living for

Nor anything worth dying for

I want to be accepted

I love nothing

Nothing loves me

At least

In Death's comforting arms

I might find love from those

Who have suffered like me.

These were the last thoughts of Harry Potter as he was walking home from school.

He was in 1st grade. He quickly turned. He spotted a truck coming along the road. He waited until there would be no chance of surviving. He jumped in front of the truck and died instantly. Death took pity on him and spared pain for the individual who had endured so much pain in his life.

Thus ends the cruel and unforgiving life of Harry Potter. Atleast in death may he find something similar to happiness.


what do you think?