I don't own harry potter , I would'nt like to either, all I want is obsured anonimty (i know the spellings wrong(but thats the beauty of it i won'y get millions of complaints))

i may not own HARRY pOTTER BUT I OWN A GOOD KICK, AND ANYONE WHO TRIES TO RIP OFF MY STORY WILL BE ON THE RECIEVING END OTHER THEN THAT CHEERS!! and ENJOY!!!

My lie

Hermione's story

I can feel the blood pulsing through my veins,

'Please make them stop!'.

It hurts so much, their grunting like pigs as they abuse my body.

'Separate yourself' a voice whispers in my head, 'it's not happening'

'Leave me in peace'

My father calls to me as I enter the house,

"Hermione is that you?"

"Yes father" he mustn't know, no matter the cost, he mustn't know,

Im weak and dirty.

Don't cry, never cry, it's weak, don't be weak,

Shed tears of silence, in forgotten doors, tread lost paths.

-Live the lie-

My skin won't come clean; I'm dirty, very dirty. It won't come off,

I've scrubbed so hard that I've broken the scrubbing brush,

But I'm not clean; will I ever be pure again?

Help! I'm fading, fading into the darkness, I remember in the dark,

I remember and I am scared.

What they did was it my fault? Did I make them do it?

It's my burden, but it didn't happen, no it didn't.

It didn't happen

-Trust the lie-

What is innocence and purity? What is cleanly or foul?

What does it all mean? Am I victim or crime?

Why was I raped?

'Hope' means the ability to see the good in the bad,

But there is no light in this tunnel to guide my way.

In the absence of hope is despair.

Im alone at last

-For the lie-

Emo girl why do you cut? Is it for the attention?

Or because you're deep? Emo girl where does it hurt?

Why? Despair in hope emo girl

The whispers follow me, they all know, I'm being watched,

They want my reaction, do they enjoy my suffering?

I feel their eyes on me.

STOP! STOP! STOP!

Stop staring you can't see me for I can't see myself.

Stop looking in the mirror there is no hope there, she's gone

So is her purity and innocent smile.

Tears of the weak flow strong

-My lie-

It is said that the eyes are the windows to you're soul,

And tears the messengers of you're heart, then why do I have no tears?

Is my heart gone? Has it left me? It was taken and shattered by them!

Wasn't my heart enough? They steal my tears too!!.

I am an emo girl it's what you made me,

A world of hurt is what you gave me,

And the baby that grows within me,

She will be the reminder of what you've done,

She will protect me,

For who wants a pregnant girl? An emo girl?

I'm safe

-Believe the lie-

The pain! A curse upon you, I'm covered in sweat and blood,

And your child pummels me from the inside.

13 is to young to be a mother, but yet this is what you made me,

What you made inside me. A child.

Thanx for reading!!!!! plz plz plz plz plz review, cause otherwise, i'll be sad.