Disclaimer: Since I am completely broke, I apparently don't own Harry Potter. If I did I would have probably have some money.
I know you think you hide it well. I know that you think it's a secret. I see it though. I see what no one else will. I have looked the "savior" in the eyes, and stole the knowledge that you are dying. I noticed the long, sometimes bloodstained, sleeves. The sudden modesty, the arm rubbings, the sudden disappearances, the lack of interest and caring, the days you spend "catching up on sleep," the notebook that is magically locked and always with you. I know what you're feeling. I understand the hopelessness, the pain, the deadness. I know it too, and also wonder why no one sees, no one notices, no one cares. The feeling of knowing it needs to stop, but being unable to stop. The wanting of more that consumes the very soul. I feel it, and have accepted it. I can't help you, but I can stand by your side and lose the game with you.
Yay! I'm sorta back. I haven't wrote in a long time for a lot of reasons that I really don't want to talk about. So, review!
