Sometimes I find myself wishing I had parents.
To watch me play a game;
To teach me chess;
To tuck me in at night.
Sometimes I find myself envious of those who have parents.
They have the love I've always wanted;
The happiness;
The contentment.
Sometimes I pity those who have parents.
Always so sheltered;
So coddled;
So overprotective.
Sometimes I wonder why I was important enough to live.
Were my parents' lives really worth it?
There best friends lives?
.My life?
Sometimes I find myself wishing I had died instead.
Maybe my parents would still be alive;
Maybe Cedric would be alive;
Maybe even Sirius.
Sometimes I find myself wishing my parents were alive;
Because maybe my life would not be so difficult.