Ah, yes, I'm back to poetry. Muahaha!
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, it's easy to see; now be a good person, and please don't sue me.
Don't Think
Don't think about death
Don't think of his laughter
Don't think about what
Could possibly come after
Ignore their cold taunts
Ignore what they said
Ignore his kind words
That echo in your head
Just stand up and smile
Just stand up with grace
Just stand up and don't
Think of his face
They don't understand you
They don't see that you're lying
They don't wake up at night
To hear a man dying
Who cares that you're empty?
Who cares that you're alone?
Who cares that you're wishing
Just to have a home?
Please, don't try to help me
Please, don't say those things
Please, don't act like he's
Not dead, but grown wings
Leave me alone here
Leave me to cry
Leave me to know
That I let him die
Don't think about me
Don't think of my sorrow
Don't think, but I'll try
To be normal tomorrow