Summary: You passed me a knife / And we drew a picture painted red ... The whispers at night / They always tell the same: / That we're ugly / Yes, we're ugly

Warning(s): Mentions of self mutiliation, Mentions of child abuse, Homophobic Actions, Character Death, Consensual Domestic Abuse, Murder, Psychological Torture

Character(s): Draco M., Harry P.

Pairing(s): Draco M./Harry P.

NOTE: This is not meant to be ugly. By ugly I mean the depression, and the pain they've brought upon each other. I also think that the prettiest things may be considered as ugly.

Author's Note: This is for those who are in the dark, whether we want to be here or not. I'm just trying to get out of it.

Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J. K. Rowling, Arthur A. Levine Books, and Warner Bros.

And we've got cigarette burns

That your mother never saw

You passed me a knife

And we drew a picture painted red

Watched as the sun left

Wishing it would take us with it

You know my death's been set in stone

And know the demon on your left arm

The whispers at night

They always tell the same:

That we're ugly

Yes, we're ugly

I'm seated too high

You've fallen too low

Both of us know

We'll get lost in the limbo

And my cousin beats us up

When he sees us holding hands

You stayed over that one night

"We're just friends"

Then she saw our scars

And the nurse told me

That we're ugly

Yes, we're ugly

Auntie sent us off

Said, "try to live that dream"

And you looked her in the eye

"We're both dying, but Ma'am," you said:

"Please don't cry for us"

We ran out past the border

To an island no one knew

Passed out dinner plates

That none of us knew

Then you kissed me

And we said the truth

That we're ugly

Yes, we're ugly

You were crying in your sleep

I woke you up and you screamed

And you tried to play it off

Like your Auntie didn't send that spell at you

But we all know

That it wasn't a dream

And when we woke up in the same bed

And you reached for the knife

I let you carve UGLY into my chest

And the next day

We woke up in a cell

I gave you a kiss

And you broke down and cried

And your mum let you go quietly

In a silent green light

I screamed when I saw

That everyone was dead

And I waited to be freed

But they never did

No, Love

They never did