Disclaimer: The bolded italics is Harry talking and the italics is the poem. It doesn't have much of Harry talking because the poem is the most important thing to this. I wrote it when I was in a really gothic mood. I only added the stuff to do with Harry later on.
A Needle In A Haystack
By Savoy Truffle
My life sucks. My family hates me, my friends are drifting away and everyone thinks so much of me. Life is so hard for me.
I slip

Falling onto the floor beneath the sea

Landing on my wings

I call for someone to help me

Is anybody out there?

Will someone please take me home?

It sickens me to stay here

In this blood filled dome

People think too much of me. They all think I'm some special little boy, made to save the world. But I'm not. I'm just a normal kid; a child who can't even take care of himself yet. Why do they think I am so special?

I call for my family

An enemy, a friend

I have a sick feeling

Tonight is the end

The flowers, the nature

The laughter on earth

Not in here

Not one single drop of mirth

I live every day in fear of being killed. So many people are out to kill me. Why wont they just leave me alone, let me be. I just want to live my life in peace like everybody else. Why can't I have that?

Someone get me out of here

I am going to die

Give me shelter

Before I shrivel and dry

I cut and I swallow

At night before bed

But I'm still here

Why am I not dead?

I never wanted this fame, I just want to be treated equally. One day I was a loser who was beaten up by bullies daily, then next day I was the most famous person in the wizarding world. A saviour. People think that with me around they'll all be safe. How can find someone years behind them in experience, like me able to save them?

Bring me back to where I came from

I'm lost in this world

I don't know who I am anymore

Someone hear me hurl

I am nothing to this world

Just a blade of grass in a field

A needle in a haystack

A single fish to a seal

I wish that for one day I could be a normal boy with a real family. I want to have my parents back, I want to be loved and I want to be just Harry. Not 'The-Boy-Who-Lived, lord and saviour of the wizarding world, just Harry, that ugly kid down the street.

Somebody save me

Here me cry

I'm all-alone

About to say goodbye

But I know that I will never get that, you can't change what happened. I will never get my parents back , and I will always be the blasted hero of all wizards. I can't stand it anymore. That's why I'm going to end it. I don't want to live with this burden on me shoulders. It's just too much. Tonight is the end.