Torn

I thought I saw a man brought to life

He was warm

He came around like he was dignified

He showed me what it was to cry

Tom was a gentleman to most people. That is, people he liked. To others though, he wasn't Tom Marvolo Riddle. He was the Dark Lord, Lord Voldemort. to them, he was death. He was disaster, catastrophe. But to me, he was so much more. You should know that he always got what he wanted, of course. He was the dark, the night, cold, warmth, powerful, strong, loving, caring, hurtful, cruel. I loved him, yet I feared him. He was charming at first, perfect, an angel descended from heaven to help me. To give me hope and someone to love me. Then...then he changed.

Well you couldn't be that man I adored

You don't seem to know

Seem to care what your heart is for

But I don't know him anymore

He wanted me. And he got it. he became forceful, and cruel. My mind belonged to him then. I tried to stop it, but failed. He didn't know what love was, he only knew how to fake it. He didn't know how to truly care for someone, or how to spot it. He was just misunderstood. He wasn't loved, so he couldn't love in return. I tried to show it to him. But he was oblivious, until the end. Until it was too late.

There's nothing where he used to lie

My conversation has run dry

That's what's going on

Nothing's fine I'm torn

I'm all out of faith

This is how I feel

I'm cold and I am shamed

Lying naked on the floor

Illusion never changed

Into something real

I'm wide awake

And I can see

The perfect sky is torn

You're a little late

I'm already torn

He hurt me, but i still care for him. Because I know he didn't mean it, he didn't know.But I know he'll come back, because I saw it in his eyes. Before Potter destroyed him. I knew he understood then.

So I guess the fortune teller's right

Should have seen just what was there

And not some holy light

Which crawled beneath my veins

And now I don't care

I had no luck

I don't miss it all that much

There's just so many things

That I can touch I'm torn

I thought he was this great person, somethign holy that could not be vanquished. I thought he knew everything. But I was blind to the truth. I needed to see deeper, to really see who he was. All I saw was the shell, until the end. Then I understood too. But I don't miss it much. Not that much. Now that he's gone, I can live again. And it feels good to have all these things back. I can move on. And I am.

I'm all out of faith

This is how I feel

I'm cold and I am shamed

Lying naked on the floor

Illusion never changed

Into something real

I'm wide awake

And I can see

The perfect sky is torn

You're a little late

I'm already torn

Torn

There's nothing where he used to lie

My inspiration has run dry

That's what's going on

Nothing's right I'm torn

Now he's gone. For good, but it's ok. I still feel ripped apart, like he opened me up and saw everything i kept inside. I feel ashamed of what has happened. I'll get over it. He showed me something that wasn't real, wasn't there. I've run out of things to believe in. But they'll return.

I'm all out of faith

This is how I feel

I'm cold and I am shamed

Lying naked on the floor

Illusion never changed

Into something real

I'm wide awake

And I can see

The perfect sky is torn

I'm all out of faith

This is how I feel

I'm cold and I'm ashamed

Bound and broken on the floor

You're a little late

I'm already torn

Torn..

They tried to save me, but they weer too late. I was already broken.

Ashamed, depressed, misunderstood...Torn.