lost
There is a hollow feeling in the pit of my chest and I can't seem to shake it. Harry is my world his green eyes the only thing I want to see in the morning. Without him I am lost. I find myself needing him, he validates my part in the war makes all my suffering worth it. I don't think I can live without him I know I will never love another. I thought that I loved his mother but I know now that I didn't that I envied what she had with James that I desperately needed someone to love me the way my father didn't. She wasn't the person to love me that way, but Harry was.
As I sit here writing this, I can feel the life leeching away from my body. My fingers grow numb and my legs have long since lost the ability to hold my weight. I am alone in this world and no longer willing to suffer. I have paid my dues to this world of hypocrisy, and pain and…as I take my last…breath I think…that I see him (a jagged line finishes the note).
Authors note: No i don't own Harry Potter. Yes the person writing this is ooc...deal with it. This is a one shot.