Teddy Bears to Knives and Fights
I was once an innocent child
With no understanding of the problems
That the world held.
I knew not that Voldemort would rise to power once more
And reign fear into those of the brave.
I used to cuddle my teddy bear at night,
Dreaming of Hogwarts and magical unicorns.
Now I sleep with cold fear and a knife that seems to save my life
By bringing me closer to death
With every cut I make on my wrist.
Sometimes I wonder
What it would have been like
If I had been loved and had true friends.
Could I have helped put a stop to this madness,
And saved lives?
No,
I think I couldn't have but still
I sleep with this guilt
That proves its self by keeping me awake.
How I miss it all,
The non-violent teasing and stupid games.
Where has my childhood gone?
How did this happen?
How did it go
From teddy bears to knives and fights?
A/N: Thanks for reading. I know it's a bit depressing but at the end of the series it WAS pretty damn depressing. Anyway~ Review and comment please!