Death Be Not Proud
Dead. He is dead. The one person who had known what it was like to be me. I stare at the coffin as they bare it in. He can't be dead.
All around me I can hear people crying. I'm not crying. I keep telling myself that if I don't cry then maybe he'll come back.
He'll never come back. He's dead. He threw himself from the astronomy tower. Why? I need him.
He had it all going for him. He was popular with a great career in front of him. Why'd he go and do that? He could have been anything he wanted. In my eye he was EVERYTHING.
They're lowering him now. He'll never see the sun dance across the Qudditch field before the big game. He'll never cast a spell, fly, or even dance with me. Like the time at the...
It's too hard! I can't do this alone! Oh god! Send him back. I need him. I'll never hold him again. Why'd he go?
I'm so confused. As they throw the first fist of dirt in the hole I can't stand the sound. Like I'm the one in the box, the sound echoes for mile and yet I can almost not hear it.
I can't stand it! I find myself running towards the grave. Maybe they'll bury me with him.
They pulled me back and somehow I find myself faintly relived and at the same time so mad I could kill them all.
Oh! Harry why'd you go? I may never know. No one will ever know. You took all your secrets to your grave.
I'll be there soon with you. Then I'll understand.
You died yesterday. Today I died in body. But I've been dead for two days. good bye.
a/n: Ok. JKR owns it all. I'm not telling you who the girl. I'm not sure I
know who it is. It could be anyone. Hermione or maybe someone else.
Review and tell me who you think it is. The title belongs to the original
author of that book. now go review.
Dead. He is dead. The one person who had known what it was like to be me. I stare at the coffin as they bare it in. He can't be dead.
All around me I can hear people crying. I'm not crying. I keep telling myself that if I don't cry then maybe he'll come back.
He'll never come back. He's dead. He threw himself from the astronomy tower. Why? I need him.
He had it all going for him. He was popular with a great career in front of him. Why'd he go and do that? He could have been anything he wanted. In my eye he was EVERYTHING.
They're lowering him now. He'll never see the sun dance across the Qudditch field before the big game. He'll never cast a spell, fly, or even dance with me. Like the time at the...
It's too hard! I can't do this alone! Oh god! Send him back. I need him. I'll never hold him again. Why'd he go?
I'm so confused. As they throw the first fist of dirt in the hole I can't stand the sound. Like I'm the one in the box, the sound echoes for mile and yet I can almost not hear it.
I can't stand it! I find myself running towards the grave. Maybe they'll bury me with him.
They pulled me back and somehow I find myself faintly relived and at the same time so mad I could kill them all.
Oh! Harry why'd you go? I may never know. No one will ever know. You took all your secrets to your grave.
I'll be there soon with you. Then I'll understand.
You died yesterday. Today I died in body. But I've been dead for two days. good bye.
a/n: Ok. JKR owns it all. I'm not telling you who the girl. I'm not sure I
know who it is. It could be anyone. Hermione or maybe someone else.
Review and tell me who you think it is. The title belongs to the original
author of that book. now go review.