Disclaimer: My favorite character is not mine, but J.K. Rowling's.
This is just something I thought of one day. My first fanfic so please review!
If you have not read HBP, then do not read this!
We are Hardest on Ourselves
I sit here and hide from the world
Because I am a heartless murderer
I have given up in this moment
Because my actions are tearing at my soul
Regret does not take a vacation from my mind
Regardless of the amount of whiskey I consume in order to drive it out
I am a heartless murderer who tells himself that his victim is resting
And is blissfully unaware of the destruction he has caused
Denial is not the answer, but then what is?
I am a murderer
The word does not seem so vile
Not so vile as killer or slaughterer or executioner
But it is all the same and it is what I am
I killed the man who loved me more than most,
Who gave me more kindness than I deserved
I am a murderer
I should be killed
But I have to go on living with the knowledge
That his death was his last wish
I was not the only one who heard it, simply the only one who understood
His last wish was to die
Then I could do the right thing and help end this war
There were so many plans and things that had to be done
In the end, it would work out
I am a heartless murderer
And a fool that has failed
Nothing went as planned and nothing worked out
His death was completely pointless in the end
The Dark Lord won and so many lives were destroyed
Yet, here I am
Alive when I should have been the first to die
The anguish is unbearable
I am confined to a world inside my head
Haunted by my conscience
I am a heartless murderer
Who should suffer and face the consequences
I am the only one who can end my life
And end the sorrow rooted in my bones...
Avada Kedava!