AN- Another angsty poem, they seem to be all that I'm writing lately. Don't worry I'm not like suicidal or anything it's just what I'm writing lately. By the way the people who are reading my story 'What Do You Mean I'm Not Hermione Bloody Granger?' it will be a while before I update because I am writing the whole thing over, sorry. Anyways on with the poem.

My So-called Perfect Life

My Life

It's supposed to be perfect

Everybody thinks it is

They think that I have everything

But I don't

They don't know what goes on behind the illusion

The illusion that I've carefully held in place for 7 long years

So that they never notice that all of it is a lie

None of it is real

My life is probably worse than most

For all the pressure is placed on me

To be quiet, dependable Hermione

And that's just in school

Home is worse

Way, way worse

At home, there is no place to escape to

To get away from all of the constant fighting

That happens every day

I can't stand it anymore

I've taken so much over the past 7 years

It's too much

I have to find a way out

To get away from all of this

Away from my so-called perfect life

Trust me, I'm not and will never be perfect

The people who admire me would turn away in disgust if they found out the truth

That every night, I sob with a razor pressed to my skin

Wishing for it all to end

And it will soon

If I have my way tonight

Tonight, all of my pain and suffering will end

I'll finally be at peace

In the quiet solitude of my dormitories

I will begin my nightly ritual

But this time I won't stop

With each sob, the cuts will get deeper

And it will be with blood covered, shaking fingers

That I write my last note

To tell Harry, Ron, Ginny and Draco that I love them

I will not tell my parents that

Or the teachers that everybody thinks that I worship

Because they are the cause

They put too much pressure on me

They thought that it would make me happy

To be almost perfect

To be seen, discussing with them some complicated issue that I don't give a damn about

They will realize this when this note is taken out for all to know

That Hermione Granger is dead

I'm sorry that I left my friends

But I just couldn't take it

Ron, Harry, Ginny and Draco I love you guys

Never forget me

And to my parents and teachers

I hope you realize what you did

And mourn for the girl that you killed

With a sigh, I write my last words ever

My hands, which were so skilled and writing long drawn out essays

Have nothing more to say

I hope that I will see you all later

Don't think that I am lost and sad anymore

For I am with Sirius, Lily and James

As the last drop of blood drips down onto the parchment

I say good bye to this world forever

Hermione Granger