I do not own any part of the Harry Potter series, much as I wish I did. But no, all rights belong to J.K. Rowling
Unrequited Love
I am drifting in a sea of darkness.
Not attached to anything,
Not affected by anything.
I am numb inside.
Nothing can shake me,
Nothing can break the concrete.
To wear my pain on my body tells what words cannot describe.
Darkness surrounds me.
Blinding me.
Deafening me.
…Comforting me.
A hollow ache is all I feel inside of me.
Not relieved by standard methods
I have to find another.
Red tears drip from my arms.
Clear tears don't drip from my eyes.
Blood.
Pain.
Death.
The only sustenance known. My saving grace.
Addicted.
Surrounded
My pain and fears flow out of me, the darkness inside me. Release.
Hidden pain.
Hidden scars.
Hidden blood.
Hidden horrors.
The truth.
Always disguised.
No-one sees my hidden pain. My mask is too strong.
No matter how much I want to let them through.
Built-up pressure. Breaking point.
Slash…
…Blood pools, forms, drips…
Silent…Red…Tears.
My world is crashing down around me, forced to put on a brave face.
Never allowing anyone to see the true me.
No-one realising I am silently screaming in my own mind for someone to care enough to notice.
My Blade is the paintbrush, My Blood is the paint and the Scars are the result.
Always lying about myself, my true feelings, lying harmless white lies that aren't so harmless.
Lies that are carved into my skin standing out stark in vivid red, dull purple, shining silver.
You asked what was wrong. I smiled and said nothing, then turned around and,
Whispered,
…Everything.
I'm tired of crying, I'm tired of trying. Yeah I'm smiling, but inside I'm dying.
The one thing keeping me alive is slowly destroying my life.
It's my fault no-one knows how I truly feel, but that doesn't make it hurt any less.
A locked door, A rusty razor, A towel stained with red.
A folded note on the floor, A broken mirror, A young girl lies there dead.
Their emotions in a tangle, The room begins to swirl,
I was mom's perfect angel, And daddy's little girl.
The blood was pouring freely out of her wounds. She had kept it secret for so many years but it had finally become too much.
'I'm free. No-one will be bothered by me any more, not that they care.' She thought bitterly.
As the edges of her vision greyed out and the world before her blurred she whispered
"I'm sorry Dray, my precious dragon, you will never love me as I do you. Goodbye"
"Draco, there is something you need to see"
Minerva gestured towards the pensieve and Draco knew, knew it was something to do with Hermione. He turned pale as this thought was processed and entered the pensieve.
"Hermione, no 'Mione why did you do this to yourself," Draco whispered brokenly. "I can't live without you."
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