A/n I decided to make a collection of poetry.

Disclaimer- If you wish upon a star it will come true so I better start
wishing... I don't own Harry Potter

Suicide

Friends last forever it's that eternal bond, but some things
change.

Maybe not for good, but what can I do?

I was a strong man, but I am broken.

I used to laugh but I am silenced.

I used to feel, but I am hardend.

Everyone I loved is gone.

There's nothing but misery in this room.

Why do I wake up every day when the people I cared about are six feet
under ground?

If all I have to do is open my eyes tomorrow, what's the point?

I want someone to end my misery.

If suicide is final should I do it?

Just end my life now?

Could I do it?

Just slit my throat?

Or cut my wrists?

Is that final, or does it just bring more pain?

But I am still here, so there must be a point.

But is there really a point?

Is there hope for me?

Am I being selfish?

Surly people care.

Even he was mortal.

The people I never thought would leave.

I am left alone?

Abandoned by my friends?

I never thought I would be last.

But Prongs was first.

Lily went second.

Then Wormtail went to.

Padfoot was gone next.

He came back, but then I lost him again.

If old Moony is left then what happened?

We thought we were immortal.

We were wrong.

A/n I wrote this when I was in a hotel room at my cousin's wedding.