Just a short little oneshot I wrote while I wait for my story writing muse to come back from vacation. Enjoy!
Playground school bell rings, again
Rain clouds come to play again…
He was so sick of it. All the lies and pretenses he had to keep so that he wouldn't let anyone down. Couldn't anyone just see Harry, and not The Boy Who Lived?
Has no one told you she's not breathing?
Boy Who Lived?! What a joke. If this was living then death would be a sweet release.
Hello, I'm your mind, giving you
Someone to talk to, Hello
His friends? They weren't his friends, they were The Boy Who Lived friends. He didn't have any friends. Harry was all alone.
If I smile and don't believe
Soon I know I'll wake from this dream
Sometimes he thought someone would see through the fake smiles he plastered onto his face every morning. See the scars on his wrists underneath the glamours he wore. But no one saw poor Harry, just The Boy Who Lived.
Don't try to fix me I'm not broken
Hello, I'm the lie
Living for you so you can hide
Don't cry
How could they expect a boy to save them? He couldn't even save himself. But still he tried.
Suddenly I know I'm not sleeping
Hello I'm still here
All that's left of yesterday…
After all, he's The Boy Who Lived