Alone
Dark Rooms
No sense of feeling
I cannot feel
Numbness of the body
Tears, hurt, confusion
Scars on the heart
Won't leave
Won't die
Won't do anything
But suffer
Anger
Rage at all
For not seeing
That what they do hurts
That what they say stings
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"I've gone completely mad." She thought. "But it's how you feel some days." Another voice in her mind said.
She looked at the newly written poem on the nice new sheet of paper in her little notebook; the notebook that so many had tried to get a hold of.
"Probably to hurt me." She thought again. "Why else would they want to read my boring journal?"
At that moment someone opened the door to the fifth year girls dormitory and she snapped the little book of her world shut. She stormed out not caring at what she had to do to get outside, away from it all. She pushed past some people not hearing those that called her name. She left the Gryffindor common room and found her spot outside, secluded from the outside world.
"Harry can I talk to you?" Lavender asked with a tone of urgency in her voice.
"Can it wait? Me and Ron were just about to play a game of wizards' chess."
"No, it can't" She said with a serious look on her face. "It's about Hermione. Last night I got into that little book she carries with her everywhere." Her voice started to trail off. "She's so upset and sad." She stammered. "Some of the stuff she wrote about was so awful it made me want to cry." She said with a tear rolling down her cheek.
"What did she write about, Lavender?" He asked.
"Here." She said while handing him a piece of paper with something scribbled on it. "I copied it down from her book before she realized it was gone." And with that she headed out to leave Harry with the note.
`````````````````````````````` Words hurt
Even more than slit wrists
I wish I could stop
The hurt, the pain
The tears that sting
But not even a hero could save my tormented soul
Someone once told me that love would save all
But love can't help
Love can't make the dark empty rooms in my head go away
Love can't make me stop crying
All it does is cause hurt in the end
And more hurt is what I can't handle
Scars on my heart won't heal
They only get deeper
Only get worse
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"Ron, come read this." He half shouted.
"What is it?" Ron asked
"Just read it." He said shoving the piece of paper into his hands.
"Who wrote it?" Ron asked after he finished reading it looking puzzled.
"Hermione." Harry said.
"Why didn't she tell us that she's gone completely mad?" Ron asked with a tone of seriousness in his voice. "She's so sad, how did we not see it Harry? How? We're supposed to be her best friends and we didn't even see a hint of what was really going on." A very upset Ron said.
"I don't know." Harry said quietly.
Harry knew that Ron had had a crush on their best friend since the Yule Ball in their fourth year. So he knew that Ron would be upset after he read the poem.
Ron and Harry clamored to the Portrait hole and left the Gryffindor common room to find Hermione.
"Alright, Let's split up so we cover more ground you check the library I'll go upstairs." Harry said.
"Alright." Ron agreed.
With that they both set off to find her. But what they didn't know was that she would be breaking rules so she could be alone. So they never thought she would be outside since it was dark out already.
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As Hermione wandered around Hogwart's grounds she heard someone behind her. She turned around and came face to face with Draco Malfoy.
"What do you want, Malfoy?" Hermione asked annoyed with his presence.
"Nothing from you." He said coolly. "I just want to be outside away from Pansy Parkinson."
"Well then leave." She said while all of her emotions turned into anger for no reason.
He eyed her suspiciously because she was never angry unless provoked and he had done nothing of that sort.
"What's your problem? You know what I don't really want to hear it, I've got my own problems." He asked.
"Go to hell." She snapped.
After her last remark Draco was fully intrigued with her behavior and decided to interrogate her about it.
"No, wait I didn't mean to say that." He said trying to add fake enthusiasm to his voice.
"You wouldn't care. No one would." She said walking away from him as it was late and she didn't want to deal with him anymore.
So that's what her problem is, He thought. She thinks no one cares about her anymore.
"If only you knew how wrong you were." He said aloud, surprised that he did.
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Hermione had managed to get to her dorm room with no one bothering her. She laid on her bed and fell asleep almost instantly. That was the funny thing about depression you would sleep all the time or not at all.
Dark Rooms
No sense of feeling
I cannot feel
Numbness of the body
Tears, hurt, confusion
Scars on the heart
Won't leave
Won't die
Won't do anything
But suffer
Anger
Rage at all
For not seeing
That what they do hurts
That what they say stings
`````````````````````````````````
"I've gone completely mad." She thought. "But it's how you feel some days." Another voice in her mind said.
She looked at the newly written poem on the nice new sheet of paper in her little notebook; the notebook that so many had tried to get a hold of.
"Probably to hurt me." She thought again. "Why else would they want to read my boring journal?"
At that moment someone opened the door to the fifth year girls dormitory and she snapped the little book of her world shut. She stormed out not caring at what she had to do to get outside, away from it all. She pushed past some people not hearing those that called her name. She left the Gryffindor common room and found her spot outside, secluded from the outside world.
"Harry can I talk to you?" Lavender asked with a tone of urgency in her voice.
"Can it wait? Me and Ron were just about to play a game of wizards' chess."
"No, it can't" She said with a serious look on her face. "It's about Hermione. Last night I got into that little book she carries with her everywhere." Her voice started to trail off. "She's so upset and sad." She stammered. "Some of the stuff she wrote about was so awful it made me want to cry." She said with a tear rolling down her cheek.
"What did she write about, Lavender?" He asked.
"Here." She said while handing him a piece of paper with something scribbled on it. "I copied it down from her book before she realized it was gone." And with that she headed out to leave Harry with the note.
`````````````````````````````` Words hurt
Even more than slit wrists
I wish I could stop
The hurt, the pain
The tears that sting
But not even a hero could save my tormented soul
Someone once told me that love would save all
But love can't help
Love can't make the dark empty rooms in my head go away
Love can't make me stop crying
All it does is cause hurt in the end
And more hurt is what I can't handle
Scars on my heart won't heal
They only get deeper
Only get worse
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"Ron, come read this." He half shouted.
"What is it?" Ron asked
"Just read it." He said shoving the piece of paper into his hands.
"Who wrote it?" Ron asked after he finished reading it looking puzzled.
"Hermione." Harry said.
"Why didn't she tell us that she's gone completely mad?" Ron asked with a tone of seriousness in his voice. "She's so sad, how did we not see it Harry? How? We're supposed to be her best friends and we didn't even see a hint of what was really going on." A very upset Ron said.
"I don't know." Harry said quietly.
Harry knew that Ron had had a crush on their best friend since the Yule Ball in their fourth year. So he knew that Ron would be upset after he read the poem.
Ron and Harry clamored to the Portrait hole and left the Gryffindor common room to find Hermione.
"Alright, Let's split up so we cover more ground you check the library I'll go upstairs." Harry said.
"Alright." Ron agreed.
With that they both set off to find her. But what they didn't know was that she would be breaking rules so she could be alone. So they never thought she would be outside since it was dark out already.
`````````````````````
As Hermione wandered around Hogwart's grounds she heard someone behind her. She turned around and came face to face with Draco Malfoy.
"What do you want, Malfoy?" Hermione asked annoyed with his presence.
"Nothing from you." He said coolly. "I just want to be outside away from Pansy Parkinson."
"Well then leave." She said while all of her emotions turned into anger for no reason.
He eyed her suspiciously because she was never angry unless provoked and he had done nothing of that sort.
"What's your problem? You know what I don't really want to hear it, I've got my own problems." He asked.
"Go to hell." She snapped.
After her last remark Draco was fully intrigued with her behavior and decided to interrogate her about it.
"No, wait I didn't mean to say that." He said trying to add fake enthusiasm to his voice.
"You wouldn't care. No one would." She said walking away from him as it was late and she didn't want to deal with him anymore.
So that's what her problem is, He thought. She thinks no one cares about her anymore.
"If only you knew how wrong you were." He said aloud, surprised that he did.
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Hermione had managed to get to her dorm room with no one bothering her. She laid on her bed and fell asleep almost instantly. That was the funny thing about depression you would sleep all the time or not at all.