DISCLAMIER: I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING MY BRAIN CANOT REACH THE CAPACITY TO MAKE THE WORLD J.K ROWLING MADE AND I DO NOT RECEIVE ANY MONEY FOR THIS STORY.
"What have I ever done to deserve this?" I yelled
"You ungrateful brat all things I did for you and you still act like a whiny baby" my father sneered
"Dad, I always try to make you proud but everything I do is wrong" I said tears in my eyes
"slap how hitdare swingyou hittalk kick to punchme punch like kick that" he said kicking, punching, and doing whatever to me because he knew that I wouldn't do anything…. He was right I only whimpered
Hey Dad look at me
Think back and talk to me
Did I grow up according
To plan?
Do you think I'm wasting
My time doing things I
Wanna do?
But it hurts when you
Disapprove all along
I walked up to my room and locked it. I knew what I had to do. I took the knife from my drawer and my eyes glazed over not seeing but knowing what I was going to do. I raised the knife and slowly slit my wrist then I took a bowl and let my blood drip. Then I started slicing my self but while I was doing that, I also allowed my self to dwell in the land of memories.
SLASH
I was six when it started…the abuse….the pain and suffering from my father….my mother died a week before it started. After every beating, I convinced myself that if I was a perfect child than my father would love me just like when I was five. I remembered our latest fight.
And now I try hard to make it
I just want to make you proud
I'm never gonna be good
Enough for you
I can't pretend that
I'm alright
And you can't change me
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"Why can't you just leave me alone?" I whimpered
"Shut up you son of a bitch….i never even wanted you… you were a mistake" my father said
"No" I whispered tears in my eyes
"Yes, we never planned you… you. were. a. mistake." my father emphasized those last words
"That's. a .lie." I yelled in disbelief
"No. its. Not" my father yelled back
"What have I ever done to you…? I only have been the best…. I only tried to make you proud… when I became a witch you did not even approve…. you hated me even more…. I always looked up to you dad...what can I do to make you proud please" I said, sobbing, I fell to my knees
"You can die than I'll be proud," my father said before leaving
I sat there. Shock. Then I left planning my death.
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'Cuz we lost it all
Nothing lasts forever
I'm sorry
I can't be Perfect
Now it's just too late
And we can't go back
I'm sorry
I can't be Perfect
SLASH. After what have happened, I can't try anymore. After all these years, I finally realized that I couldn't make my father proud he just wants me dead.
SLASH. So be it
I try not to think
About the pain I feel inside
Did you know you used to be
My hero?
All the days
You spent with me
Now seem so far away
And it feels like you don't
Care anymore
But I know that he won't miss me…once he loved me….i remember he told me that when I started to talk at the age of 10 month he was so proud….i know he used to love me. However, when my mom died he was so grief stricken that he abused me. I know that nothing can change that rip that is between us can never be healed.
And now I try hard to make it
I just want to make you proud
I'm never gonna be good
Enough for you
I can't stand another fight
And nothing' alright
When I felt my self get dizzy I took the bowl that had my blood and wrote: I'm sorry, Dad, that I can't be perfect I'm sorry
With my last breath, I said, "don't worry mum I'll join you soon"
'Cuz we lost it all Nothing's gonna change
Nothing lasts forever
I'm sorry
I can't be Perfect
Now it's just too late
And we can't go back
I'm sorry
I can't be Perfect
The things that you said
Nothing's gonna make this
Right again
Please don't turn your back
I can't believe it's hard
Just to talk to you
But you don't understand
Now to some this story I have told is not sad at all but no this that I have told was my lonely life and my father who didn't realize that he had the perfect child. But no to my father I was anything but perfect.
'Cuz we lost it all
Nothing lasts forever
I'm sorry
I can't be Perfect
Now it's just too late
And we can't go back
I'm sorry
I can't be Perfect
My name? You ask it may come to a shock but my name is Hermione Jane Granger and this is my suicidal story.
'Cuz we lost it all
Nothing lasts forever
I'm sorry
I can't be Perfect
Now it's just too late
And we can't go back
I'm sorry
I can't be Perfect
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