Disclaimer- I don't own Harry Potter
Summary- a short poem about Harry's last moments I say its HD, but it really could be about anyone warning: contains suicide and implied cutting.
Author's note- a poem of mine that I found in my notebook and I thought it just fit.
All I can remember
Of the best moment
Of my life
Is the complete ecstacy
Of being in your arms
And that eases the pain,
But not the blood
As I sit once again
In my dark hidden corner
That same cold knife
In my hands
And it plunges
Into my wrists
One last time
You held me tight
For 30 seconds
Quick seconds I will think of
'Til I die
Quick seconds
I will think of
When...
I...
Die...
Author's note- I don't really like this, but I decided to post it anyway, please RR!