Not Suicidal
He gripped the silver knife tightly tearing it across his thin wrist and leaned back, just watching the rivers of blood pouring down his arm; silent tears trailing down his hallow face. He wasn't ashamed about this but he didn't want anyone to find out. He just couldn't take it anymore. He wasn't suicidal but he loved the feeling of the blood, no the life dripping from him draining away. It was beautiful. Harry stared out the window from his position on the window seat gazing at the moon. He only ever cut when it all got too much, when Ron was complaining about money for no reason and when Dumbledore was being more controlling than normal or when someone he loved died because of him. Sometimes he even cut because of Malfoy, it was stupid really. Harry dragged his knife across his arm once again smiling as the crimson life flowed out of him staining his silver pen knife red. Sirius had just died, Malfoy was being a git, Ron was complaining about the fact he was scared for life and it was all his entire fault. Harry sighed once again he wasn't suicidal but he wished he could join them. His parents and Sirius his only real family. Maybe he would tonight, after all he was starting to feel dizzy and he had cut deeper than ever before. He wasn't suicidal he just couldn't cope
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