Hi, all! Went searching through my computer because I know I've written more than just essays for fandoms. Some of my other works are...eh. So I probably won't post them, at least not until they've undergone major reconstruction. Of course, then I found this little beauty. I wrote it from Harry's perspective, which might be obvious. Take a peek, tell me what you think. My stuff is kind of scattered, so more poems having to do with the HP fandom might pop up.
Happy reading!
Split me open and watch me bleed
What a morbid thing to say
But I am no bright, shining sun
To dry the tears on a rainy day
How often in the life I've lived
Do people stare at me and call,
"That's our savior, there;
The one who saved us all…"
They put me on a pedestal
Where all the world can see
And yet despite all I possess
I only wish to be free…
And then comes the betrayal
I do something wrong
And everything is taken from me
The world with no more song
People sneer at me
And my friends all turn away
And there I lie, on the bloody ground
No kind soul to pave my way
No one listens to me scream
And not one person stops at my cries
So now I can only dream
Of a world with no more lies
Split me open; watch me bleed
And see if I give a care
To save you and your messed-up world
From the depths of your despair
