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Summery: Harry thinks Draco's better, but Draco's living a lie.

A/n: a little poem I wrote when I was bored. Please read and review.

Title: Nothing

Sitting alone
Darkness pressing in on my shoulders
Hoping you won't see me
Not like this
You thought I was doing better
I told you that I was
That I didn't think those thoughts anymore
Lies
All of them
The laughter and smiles
All an act
To please you
Almost starting to believe myself
Until the day I was holding the knife to my wrist again
Dark realization setting in
I was no better
Maybe worse
Secrets
Hard to keep
Though I did
You couldn't know this
That I was still hurting myself
Staining my arms with scarlet flavor
Taking pills
Masking pain
Until it came back worse later
Days of solitude
Forced smiles
Cutting
Slicing
Bleeding
Trying to eliminate the immense pain
Salty tears
Blood-stained robes
Jagged scars
Sallow skin and thinning hair
No longer can I hide the truth
I don't want to die
I don't want to live
I'm stuck between you and hell
Being pulled in both ways
Holding on to what I know
Holding on to what I love
I'm left with nothing.