A/N: My first poem! I originally wrote this as a song, after I received some bad news.

This is about Hermione, she is deeply in love with Harry and was plunged into depression when he died.

For those who are easily disturbed/depressed, please do not read this.

I Promise

Through the dark

I can see the sharp blade glinting

And it lies within my reach

I slice my skin

Again and again

My lips part

In a silent scream of pain

It hurts so much

Yet feels so good

Crimson blood slides slowly

Drips onto the floor

But it can be cleaned off

So nothing will remain

Not one stain

In the old days

He used to come and stop me

But he's gone

And no one will come for me now

But don't worry

I won't do it again

Just this

One

Last

Time

And the blood won't stain

I promise

A/N: Well? I don't think it's that great a poem myself.

No flames please. Constructive criticism welcome.