How many times have you been pushed around?
Was anybody there?
Does anybody care?
How many time have your friends let you down?
Was anybody there?
Did anybody stare?
Draco kept going over and over again all the times in his life he's been depressed beyond belief. He wondered around the dungon floors, thinking of what would be next. The father that he'd hid behind for some many years had threatened his mothers life if he didn't join the deatheaters circle. When his supposeded friends reported most of what he told them back to his father. To the few times his heart had been broken. To how he was teased about taking muggle studies.
How many time have your friends let you down?
Just open up your heart
Just open up your mind
How many times has your faith slipped away?
Well, is anybody safe?
Does anybody pray?
When he was a little boy, he would pray to god, to merlin, to anyone that would listen that his father would love him, that he wouldn't have to become a deatheater. That he'd fall in love with someone that loved him. But as he grew older he stopped. Mainly because his father had heard him praying not to be a deatheater, and was then under the cruico.
Oh, Life is waiting for you
So messed up, but we're alive
Oh, Life is waiting for you
So messed up, but we'll survive
Do do do.
He thought of ways to get out of this world, sucide always came to mind, but he would never do that, or would he? He'd adopted carrying around a small vile of poison in his robes, in case he couldn't handle it anymore. The sad thing is he was comtemplating using it tonight. A time when he should have been happy. He'd finally beaten potter at qudditch, he hadn't called anyone a mudblood since 5th year. But depression was in the air.
How many days have you just slept away?
Is everybody high?
Is everyone afraid?
How many times have you wished you were strong?
Have they ever seen your heart?
Have they ever seen your pain?
That night his father had said he was proud of him, that he had known he could do it. Girls from all house congradulated him, his mother said she loved him. And he was head boy, how could he not be happy?
Oh, Life is waiting for you
So messed up, but we're alive
Oh, Life is waiting for you
So messed up, but we'll survive
he gets high
he gets lost
he gets drowned by the cost
Twice a day, every week, not a lie
He slowly walked up the cold stone stairs to the astromoy tower, lost in thought, thinking about what he would do, a single tear rolled down his face.
he gets high
he gets lost
he gets drowned by the cost
Twice a day, every week, not a lie
He was in the astromy tower sitting on the window ledge with the vile in hand, thinking about all thoughs who'd miss him, who'd care that he was gone, and about what he'd miss in life, the decision was made, he unscrewed the cork and brought it to mouth height and.
Oh, Life is waiting for you
So messed up, but we're alive
Oh, Life is waiting for you
So messed up, but we'll survive
All messed up, but we'll survive.
...Threw it out in to the night
I know it's a darkly happy fic, but it came to mind. you know i think everyone has been depressed beyond belief a couple times, and sometimes we think of the extremes.
Was anybody there?
Does anybody care?
How many time have your friends let you down?
Was anybody there?
Did anybody stare?
Draco kept going over and over again all the times in his life he's been depressed beyond belief. He wondered around the dungon floors, thinking of what would be next. The father that he'd hid behind for some many years had threatened his mothers life if he didn't join the deatheaters circle. When his supposeded friends reported most of what he told them back to his father. To the few times his heart had been broken. To how he was teased about taking muggle studies.
How many time have your friends let you down?
Just open up your heart
Just open up your mind
How many times has your faith slipped away?
Well, is anybody safe?
Does anybody pray?
When he was a little boy, he would pray to god, to merlin, to anyone that would listen that his father would love him, that he wouldn't have to become a deatheater. That he'd fall in love with someone that loved him. But as he grew older he stopped. Mainly because his father had heard him praying not to be a deatheater, and was then under the cruico.
Oh, Life is waiting for you
So messed up, but we're alive
Oh, Life is waiting for you
So messed up, but we'll survive
Do do do.
He thought of ways to get out of this world, sucide always came to mind, but he would never do that, or would he? He'd adopted carrying around a small vile of poison in his robes, in case he couldn't handle it anymore. The sad thing is he was comtemplating using it tonight. A time when he should have been happy. He'd finally beaten potter at qudditch, he hadn't called anyone a mudblood since 5th year. But depression was in the air.
How many days have you just slept away?
Is everybody high?
Is everyone afraid?
How many times have you wished you were strong?
Have they ever seen your heart?
Have they ever seen your pain?
That night his father had said he was proud of him, that he had known he could do it. Girls from all house congradulated him, his mother said she loved him. And he was head boy, how could he not be happy?
Oh, Life is waiting for you
So messed up, but we're alive
Oh, Life is waiting for you
So messed up, but we'll survive
he gets high
he gets lost
he gets drowned by the cost
Twice a day, every week, not a lie
He slowly walked up the cold stone stairs to the astromoy tower, lost in thought, thinking about what he would do, a single tear rolled down his face.
he gets high
he gets lost
he gets drowned by the cost
Twice a day, every week, not a lie
He was in the astromy tower sitting on the window ledge with the vile in hand, thinking about all thoughs who'd miss him, who'd care that he was gone, and about what he'd miss in life, the decision was made, he unscrewed the cork and brought it to mouth height and.
Oh, Life is waiting for you
So messed up, but we're alive
Oh, Life is waiting for you
So messed up, but we'll survive
All messed up, but we'll survive.
...Threw it out in to the night
I know it's a darkly happy fic, but it came to mind. you know i think everyone has been depressed beyond belief a couple times, and sometimes we think of the extremes.