disclaimer: I don't own him
A/N: This is a poem I wrote just like a minute ago. I wasn't really thinking about Harry, when I wrote this. I wasn't thinking at all. I just wrote how I felt. How I still feel.
This is Harry's POV
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I heard the voices in my head. They were telling me to do it. They were telling me to jump.
I felt the wind in my hair. I smelled the sea.
I jumped.
Nightmare
They don't understand
They don't see
Why these thoughts are in me
They will never understand
They will never see
Why I will do this to me
There's nothing left
Nothing to say
Nothing to do
I know someone will ask:
How could you?
I hate this nightmare
I never wake up
It goes on forever
I want it to end
I don't want it to continue
Tonight it will end
There's nothing you can do
They will never understand
They will never see
Why I did this to me
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A/N: Review, okay...?