Okay, I don't know what's wrong with this motherfucking piece of shit that calls itself a sophisticated piece of technology (aka the iPod touch) but it's been givin me hell and I'm through trying to fix it so sorry for any weird autocorrects or glitches because I didn't even check this time.
This was written for the Second Person POV challenge by obsessivegirl73.
Summary: James has just been killed and thinks that Lily and Harry are dead to, even though Lily tries to convince him otherwise and tell him that Harry managed to survive.
How long are they going
To play this game
To toy with your brain
To cause you such pain
Again and again
And you try to scream
As you walk this beam
The border between
Reality and dreams
But nothing comes out.
What is this all about?
Maybe it's your own self doubt
That keeps you from thinking
That you deserve
And self worth.
And you realize
This is no longer your life,
But it's all your own strife.
To be precise,
Your not in control
Your life is turmoil
She tells you your wrong
That one day
All these illusions will be gone
And it's taking so long
To make her believe
That the world you see
Is the one it's meant to be!
Your not crazy,
She's just lazy.
Her vision is hazy.
They pump you full
Of all this bull
And you always pull
Away from their touch
Because you hate it so much.
You're filled with such
Guilt and rage.
It fills this page.
You're locked in this cage
She tells you eventually it will heal
Turn around and say you're pain isn real.
She always asks how you feel
Even though you know she doesn't care
But she still makes you share
Completely unaware
That as you sit on this bed
Treacherous thoughts fill your head.
And you think
Wouldn't it be great
If tomorrow, you would never wake?