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Am I Not Pretty Enough?
Am I not pretty enough
Is my heart to broken
Do I cry too much
Am I too outspoken
Don't I make you laugh
Should I try it harder
Why do you see right through me
"Fag" "Poof" "Abomination" Everywhere Harry Potter turned he copped these insults from former friends, enemies, even teachers. Nobody would talk to him anymore, his best friends siding with everyone else. The Gryffindor boys slept in their old dormitory but Harry now had to sleep elsewhere, in a room Dumbledore had set up because he didn't think that a"fag like him" should be around the other normal boys. If they ever did come near him, it always ended in physical abuse. Harry had no-one to turn to anymore and he didn't think he could take it. But day after day he faced them nevertheless.
I live, I breathe, I let it rain on me
I sleep, I wake, I try hard not to break
I crave, I love, I've waited long enough
I try as hard as I can
They broke his possessions, They physically and verbally assaulted him, They tried their hardest to make his miserable life a living hell and yet Harry faced them every single day like a brave man, not a coward. He saw their looks of disgust, their anger but he soldiered on, determined not to let them bring him down with them. But inside of him was a different story. Deep down, He craved their approval of him, their acceptance would mean the world to him. But he also knew that wasn't going to happen anytime soon and thats what was driving him to the edge.
Am I not pretty enough
Is my heart to broken
Do I cry too much
Am I too outspoken
Don't I make you laugh
Should I try it harder
Why do you see right through me
As he wandered through the empty corridors late one night, he began to ponder suicide. He was suddenly pulled into an empty classroom by several pairs of hands. He looked around to see Seamus Finnigan, Dean Thomas and Ronald Weasley. They were all cracking their knuckles. Harry tried to run but the door was now sealed with some unidentified charm. They moved in closer and began to hit and kick every inch of him. When Harry tried to move away, Ron broke his arm in two places. He was now in so much pain that he could hardly see, everythnig was going black.
I laugh, I feel, I make believe it's real
I fall, I freeze, I pray down on my knees
I hope, I stand, I take it like a man
I try as hard as I can
When Harry woke up he was sitting up in the astronomers tower. His arm felt better and he didn't have any bruises. Ron and his gang had obviously hidden them so if Harry said anything, nobody would believe him. He sat up and, for the first time in a long time, he cried. He cried his heart out and thats when Harry decided that he couldn't take it anymore. He was so sick of the humiliation and ridicule that he had been put through since his best friends had betrayed his trust and told the entire school of his secret. Thats when Harry Potter decided to end things once and for all.
Am I not pretty enough
Is my heart to broken
Do I cry too much
Am I too outspoken
Don't I make you laugh
Should I try it harder
Why do you see right through me
Harry grabbed a long piece of glass that was lying at the far end of the room from where some clumsy student had dropped a bottle. He drew it straight across his wrist without a second thought. Harry felt nothing until the third stroke when pain rushed through, setting him free. He slashed again and again at his once flawless skin until he beacme so numb he could not feel anymore. "Stop" came a sudden shrill voice, breaking across the room like a vase dropped from a great height. The piece of glass flew from his hands and the wounds began to heal themselves.
Why do you see
Why do you see
Why do you see right through me
Why do you see
Why do you see
Why do you see right through me
Harry looked up to see a beautiful young woman standing near him, tears running down her porcelain face. "Why would you do such a thing?" She asked, hurt filling her voice. The young woman had long, wavy golden chesnut hair and shimmering bronze eyes. Her skin was radiant and glowing and she had a faint scent of jasmine, rosemary, lavender, mimosa and white rose mixed with glowing amber. Her vibrant rosy cheeks stood out as did her beautiful smile. She sat down beside him,brushing away the tears. "My name's Emily, Emily Sanders" She said. Harry realised she was the first person in a long time to see him as a person.
Why do you see
Why do you see
Why do you see right through me
Why do you see
Why do you see
Why do you see right through me
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