Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with Harry Potter they belong to J.K Rowling
Summary: Harry being slightly depressed writes down some questions about him self and at the same time decides he doesn't give about the wizarding world.
A/N: this just something I had lying around on my computer. It's not really up ta par I guess you could say with my other stories, but hey who gives? This is the first thing I wrote so, naturally its crap.
Why me?
Why is it always me that has the worst of luck?
Why is it that I'm the one who has to do this?
Why is it me that must do what he is told?
Why is it me acting like a fucking robot?
Why is it me that can't have a normal life?
Why is it that when ever someone gets close to me they die?
Why me?
Am I a killer?
Am I not?
Am I a person?
Am I not?
Do I live?
Do I not?
Can I kill in cold blood?
Can I kill in blind anger?
Can I kill at all?
Why am I writing all these questions down?
Why am I doing this?
Why is it that my fate was decided the day my parents died on Halloween?
Why am I the fucking boy-who-live?
Why can't I just live normally?
Is it possible that I can be normal?
That I won't stand out in the crowd?
Will anyone read this?
Will anyone remember me?
Am I insane?
Am I sane?
What are the answers to all the questions?
Do I know?
Do I not?
I look down at what I just wrote and re-read it I'm happy, I guess you could say, with what I just wrote down I wonder if anyone else will be? Hah as if they would most likely look at that and think I'm just some stupid attention seeking kid. I wonder what its like to be normal? I guess I'll never know, all well maybe next time.
Harry Potter, the boy-who-bloody-lived what a gay name, who the hell came up with the title 'the boy-who-lived' any way? Because when I find out I'll be able to answer the question 'Can I kill at all'? All well life sucks who doesn't know that?
A/N: Crap I know but hey I dun care. Hope ya did like it, I dun really mind if ya didn't cause to be honest with ya all, I ant al that happy with this, but I'll post it any way just incase there are some people that would like this. Cheers!
Fire
Summary: Harry being slightly depressed writes down some questions about him self and at the same time decides he doesn't give about the wizarding world.
A/N: this just something I had lying around on my computer. It's not really up ta par I guess you could say with my other stories, but hey who gives? This is the first thing I wrote so, naturally its crap.
Why me?
Why is it always me that has the worst of luck?
Why is it that I'm the one who has to do this?
Why is it me that must do what he is told?
Why is it me acting like a fucking robot?
Why is it me that can't have a normal life?
Why is it that when ever someone gets close to me they die?
Why me?
Am I a killer?
Am I not?
Am I a person?
Am I not?
Do I live?
Do I not?
Can I kill in cold blood?
Can I kill in blind anger?
Can I kill at all?
Why am I writing all these questions down?
Why am I doing this?
Why is it that my fate was decided the day my parents died on Halloween?
Why am I the fucking boy-who-live?
Why can't I just live normally?
Is it possible that I can be normal?
That I won't stand out in the crowd?
Will anyone read this?
Will anyone remember me?
Am I insane?
Am I sane?
What are the answers to all the questions?
Do I know?
Do I not?
I look down at what I just wrote and re-read it I'm happy, I guess you could say, with what I just wrote down I wonder if anyone else will be? Hah as if they would most likely look at that and think I'm just some stupid attention seeking kid. I wonder what its like to be normal? I guess I'll never know, all well maybe next time.
Harry Potter, the boy-who-bloody-lived what a gay name, who the hell came up with the title 'the boy-who-lived' any way? Because when I find out I'll be able to answer the question 'Can I kill at all'? All well life sucks who doesn't know that?
A/N: Crap I know but hey I dun care. Hope ya did like it, I dun really mind if ya didn't cause to be honest with ya all, I ant al that happy with this, but I'll post it any way just incase there are some people that would like this. Cheers!
Fire