I'm trying to write poems, so that's what I shall do. Also, I'm probably now going to base it on my feelings, so this is a sensitive topic. Who am I kidding, most of these now are going to.
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Cutting, depressing thoughts, angst, Harry's AU
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Tears form in my eyes
Dripping onto the blood that lies.
Cuts, deep and true
Show my guilt towards you.
Too many people died for me
Too many to count.
Grab the knife and hurt yourself.
That's what it's for, isn't it?
I feel dizzy
My head getting woozy.
Gripping onto the sink
looking at the scar which was caused by ink.
No one knows about this
The cuts.
Do not tell a soul.
Or your soul will be deceived.
I saw people getting bullied for being a death eater
it's my fault, should I not eat?
She walks in.
I sometimes hate her
That amazingly pretty face of hers.
But his face is different.
I know I can trust him.
I would confront him
But he'll just ignore me, the classic from him.
I want to help him
If he'd let me.
Looking at the swaying trees.
Seeing the carved words on the bark.
I should do that with my soulmate - we already built an arch.
For punishment - obviously.
I come back to focus.
I see the blood still dripping
and Hermione sobbing.
She walked in, didn't she?
She should've just - not worry.
Problems could be resolved.
I feel nauseous.
I blackout.
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I wake back into focus.
The ruckus is too loud.
I see Madam Pomfrey.
She's probably helping me.
Who brought me here?
Why?
I see the healed cuts.
Tears from my eyes
fall onto the wound.
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Should I continue doing poems like this? Or should I do full-on stories again? Vote on this or Draco's father will hear about this.
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