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?
