Louder Than A Bomb #Wattys2016

many parts

I'm afraid people will use how I feel against me. I smile because it confuses people. I smile because sometimes, smiling and nodding is easier than explaining what's killing me on the inside

Head up, shoulders back and make sure to keep that sparkle in your eye, kid. Cause You'll never know when you need some sparkle to light up the darkness in life." - Lydia (me)

He has broken eyes And a lopsided smile He's been though death Wars and more- But he smiles. He goes through the battle, Watching friends and family fall. He stands tall. The seventh wheel. Yet. The stands tall. He buries his emotions I order for his group to last. He buries his friends. And keeps the mask. He believes a peaceful life is impossible Enemies everywhere. Eyes are the windows to the soul. Thus, all his emotions are buried there.

Eyes of shattered glass. Laughing? It's in the past. Eyes of shattered porcelain. We have seen hell. WE HAVE SEEN HELL. WE HAVE BEEN THROUGH REJECTION. we are the whispers no one tries to hear. We are in the shadows. Molding in the dark, like clay in a work mans palms. why do we avoid others eyes? Because we fear our walls will fall and tumble down like waves on rocks. that our emotions will flash on our face. A look of pain and regret. Our eyes are like broken glass. That. Is why I refuse to look you in the eyes.

The Hero with broken eyes When you ask he says he's fine The hero who had broken eyes Would do it all again to make sure you're alright

You matter. I need you like I need air Losing you wouldn't be fair, The world wouldn't shine as bright with out you there Losing you.. Yes I would cry, If you where to die, I would feel like you needed a friend, Who would've saved you from your untimely end. You had scars that wouldn't mend. Losing you.. Wouldn't end the pain and grief, yes some relief, Under the ground, rotting skin and teeth. Losing you, Would hurt me and many. You have people to talk to, People to laugh with, And me. I can help. I know how it feels. Don't worry, baby. Your not alone.

Take my hand And I'll guide you home Take my hand and I'll wipe your tears I'll heal your bruises I'll hug you close

Tears fall down her face She feels misplaced She needs a flashlight Someone to hold her tight And tell her everything's gonna be Alright.

Under my street, I hear the laughing of magic Below my skin In my heart I know I am like them.

I feel homesick. I feel lost. I never seen this place. Yet I know it's real. Don't deny it. You know it too. The place where magic blooms. Hogwarts is my home. The only place where I feel known. The only place where tears don't fall. The only place with a Yule Ball. The place I read about as I grew tall. I hope I can one day meet Radcliffe, to tell him how much I care, to tell him the impact he had on my life. I was hanging by a thread and his - he saved me. He brought me to a world I knew existed. He brought my to tears of joy. He brought me- To my home. The place I am not alone. Although I am 13 I believe and I am waiting for my Hogwarts letter to greet me! I wish I could meet him. Bloody hell I wish I could. He helped me say "Lumos!" When my life was dark. He gave my Liquid luck When I felt apart. He gave me shimmering green eyes. Those green eyes that shimmered in the darkest of times. I re-read Harry Potter all the time. Just so I can be reminded of the time I first felt a rush of happiness for a person I never knew, the person who I knew would always help me when I'm blue, I would help Fred with his pranks, I would. I'm still waiting for my letter. My heart is red and gold. I'm brave and bold! The impact The Boy Who Lived- Had on my life. Will always help me when I'm on the dark of night. -thank you, Rowling and Radcliffe for helping me through all the years. I look up to you like no other. Even though you will never see this, I want to say. Thank you.