Asleep

by nameofanangel

My prediction of Harry's feelings in later books as book 6 & 7. How I think he fells now. A poem that just had to be written.

Disclaimer: JK Rowling is the fabulous one, not me. But you knew that, right. Right? A/N: I put a little too much me into this, but enjoy!

I'm still asleep

I'm still asleep, the whole world's awake.

I can no longer swallow what I intake.

Death is to permanent for me to withhold.

Leader? I am not so bold.

With friends by my side, I know I can make it.

But right now, I just can't take it.

Suicidal thoughts roam wild in my head.

The truth sinks in: STOP DREAMING, they're dead.

My friends tell me, forgive and forget

You know what, they're not the ones

Going through this shit.

Sure as hell they can't do what I do.

I went through things they never even knew.

And here I stand on my own two feet.

Ready to take victory, possibly defeat.

OK, going too far. But know this is for real:

Not even "The Chosen One" has a heart made of steel.