Harry's POV
Friends are supposed to worry when their friend tells them they've stopped eating and started throwing up, right?
Well my friends must not be that good then. I tell them this hoping, praying that they ask me what's wrong, but they don't.
They don't even notice when I slip away to be by myself. They see the marks on my arms, and yet they don't ask me why, all they do is tell me to stop. Like that's going to do anything. Maybe I'm too far gone. Maybe I can't stop. Friends are supposed to worry when their friend starts harming themself, right?
Maybe my friends are broken; know anywhere i can trade them in?
Get a new set that will worry when I harm myself, starve myself, and start throwing up blood. Maybe its god's way of telling me he hates me.
Think they would notice if I suddenly just stopped? Stopped going to class? Stopped eating all together? Stopped living? Nah probably not.
Wonder how many people would come to my funeral, I wonder if I would know who did and didn't turn up? Would I really care?
Somehow I'll make them pay for not seeing what I was doing to myself and not trying to help me at all. If I came to school with marks all over my wrist would they notice?
How far would I have to go for them to see, how bad it's got? Maybe i would have to bleed in front of them to make them see. Maybe I'd have to die before their eyes just to get them to look at the real me and not just at my mask.
But they won't see and I'll have to live on like this, but is it really living? If don't want to live at all?
Well I can fix that...