Disclaimer: i don't own the character(s), J.K Rowling does. but i do own the poem since i wrote it.
Here I am, save me.
Don't leave me here alone.
Everyone has forsaken me.
Don't you go do that as well.
So here I am on the edge of a cliff.
With one question running through my mind.
Where have you gone?
I feel so alone.
So lost.
Come and save me.
To me there's no such thing as true love anymore.
Just lust and imagined love.
When everything comes crashing down.
Then only do you realize the mistake.
So here I am on the edge of a cliff.
With one question running through my mind.
Where have you gone?
I feel so alone.
So lost.
Come and save me.
If I hold my tongue and slit my arms,
Would you finally recognize me and ask me what's wrong?
If I had a frown on my face and tears in a puddle,
Would you put your arms around me and ask me what's wrong?
Well I'm tired of all these lies and all this pretending.
I'm so sick of this game.
Our love used to be something people would dream of.
It used to be something so perfect in my eyes.
Where has it gone?
I ask you, where has it gone?
So here I am on the edge of a cliff.
With one question running through my mind.
What happened to you?
I feel so alone.
So lost.
Come and save me.
I shall pay the cost of that love.
The thing that brought us together.
At least this way, the game can end.
Hermione stood on the edge of the cliff wearing a thin nightgown, with tears running down her face.
'How could he do this to me? What did i do to deserve this?' she thought. She was so tired of crying but she couldn't stop. Just the thought of him or the sight of him brought a wave of tears to her eyes.
Hermione wanted to forget everything about him and everything he did. She remembered the incident this morning when she tried to talk to him and he turned round and snarled at her, "How dare you talk to me, you filthy mudblood!" That had tore her heart in two, and she walked off without retorting back.
She want to forget his platinum blonde hair, his cold sneer, his arrogant smirk that marred his pretty-boy features, and the way that his silver eyes was so cold and hard it had no depth.
But she wanted to remember his smile. The smile that lit up his face when he was with her. The smile that made him look so innocent. The smile that had made her fall for him.
Hermione closed her eyes, picturing Draco Malfoy's smile, she took a deep breath and jumped off the cliff into the crashing waves below.
Author's Note: review it and tell me what you think. i noe the poem isn't that good. but should i make this a story or just a oneshot? maybe another chapter featuring Draco Malfoy's side of story?