His sister Lily had given him a notepad for his last birthday. He had seen no point in it, but he had been happy to get it anyways. He hadn't wrote in it at all since he got it, because he had nothing to write about.

Until now...

Al gripped the charmed pencil in his hand and wondered how he could start the poem he desperately wanted to write. He had never been very good at writing poems or writing period, but it had to be a poem. Eventually, he decided to just let the words flow out like speech.

I saw you every day

I saw how much you were hurting

But I did nothing

I didn't hate you

Unlike the rest of them

But I ignored you

Even when I could see you needed a friend

So I'm just as bad as the rest of them

I never knew what you were like

No one did

Because no one wanted to

But I'm sure you were a good kid

Nothing like you father

I don't understand why

Everyone was so biased against you from the start

It didn't even help when you were sorted into the lions

While I went to the snakes

There is so much I would like to know about you

But I cannot because you are gone from this world

What was running through your head as you fell?

Were you thinking how strangely fitting it was?

That is one of my many guesses

I can't say them all

Even no there are people mocking you

Laughing

But they should feel ashamed

If they knew

Because of them

One face will never be seen on this earth any longer

Though I'm sure

That it wasn't just the students at school

I remember the Howler at the beginning of first year

And I remember seeing you crying in the hall soon after

Holding a letter

While mumbling about how you still wanted to go home

Did your parents disown you that day?

Did you spend the summer alone on the streets?

That day is when I should have helped

If I had – Things would be better

You'd still be alive

And I wouldn't be living with this massive guilt

He stopped writing when he heard familiar laughing and the annoyingly familiar mocking of the boy now gone. It was coming from the mouth of his 'dear' older brother. He knew he should have written this in his common room. The Slytherins were much quieter then the Griffindors.

He could feel his inspiration slipping away from him and he knew he had to give the poem a good ending. Putting his attention back on his poem, he began to write the last few verses.

There are so many more things I'd like to say

But all that can't be properly said in a life time

Or on an insignificant piece of paper

These words are meaningless

Compared to spoken words

Words I'm unable to say

No one knows that you're gone

Some how they haven't noticed

Not any teachers

I'm the only one who found your body

And I was the one who buried you

Near a place no one would dare to go

No one can hurt you now

I bid you a good afterlife

And I hope you're in a place where you're loved

Know that I regret not helping

Scorpius -

I'm Sorry

A little insight:

Scorpius was bullied by almost everyone at Hogwarts and the ones who didn't bully him did nothing to stop it, all because of what his family was like. His parents did in fact disown him and he did spend the summer on the streets. He killed himself by throwing himself off the Astronomy tower, near the being of second year after he realized that it hadn't gotten better.

As to why it had to be a poem, it was common knowledge around Hogwarts that Scorpius liked reading and writing poems, something he was often mocked for.