My Feelings of Life
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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
791
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
My Feelings of Life
My Feelings of Life
(A/N. This is how I really felt when I wrote this which was yesterday. I decided to post it because I know there are others out there that sometime or another feel the same way. This is to show that you are not on your own in life as I still find hard to believe somedays. I am 16 and really wish that I were dead because maybe I would be better off. I regret most days of living and well, I’ll let you read to figure out the rest.)
Disclaimer: I don’t own whatever story I decide to post this under. A name wont me mentioned so you can make it whom you choose.
My Life
My Despair
I feel as if I’m nothing
I watch myself in my mirror
I am nothing
I am not here
I am drowning
Yet at the top, look
I am floating
I feel depressed
I wish to die
My mirror answers no
I tell it I am worthless
That I have no purpose in life
That I am better off dead
My mirror again answers no
It shows me I am floating again
It shows be surrounded by trees and flowers
It shows me animals laying near me
I know what its trying to do
It shows me harmony and peace
And yet again I refuse
I again tell my mirror I should die
My mirror answers no
Now I am angry at my mirror for not wanting to help me
It is telling me against how I feel
I scream at it
It tells me I must live
I holler at it again
I wish it would break
“Live” it echoes
“No” I shout
I plunge my fist into the mirror
It is no more
It lays shattered everywhere
I pick up a large piece
I slowly rotate it looking at it, studying it
I slowly contemplate how my mirror can help me now
I stare at the piece
It is jagged
To me it looks pretty
I decided that mirror decided to help me
I dragged it across my skin repeatedly and watched the blood flow
It was beautiful to me
The last thing I remember was
“I am finally free
There is no more pain
And I can be me”
With those last words I fell into oblivion
(A/N. I may make this into a story as I’m feeling rather depressed at the moment and want to write. If so, it will be no more than three chapters.)
(A/N. This is how I really felt when I wrote this which was yesterday. I decided to post it because I know there are others out there that sometime or another feel the same way. This is to show that you are not on your own in life as I still find hard to believe somedays. I am 16 and really wish that I were dead because maybe I would be better off. I regret most days of living and well, I’ll let you read to figure out the rest.)
Disclaimer: I don’t own whatever story I decide to post this under. A name wont me mentioned so you can make it whom you choose.
My Life
My Despair
I feel as if I’m nothing
I watch myself in my mirror
I am nothing
I am not here
I am drowning
Yet at the top, look
I am floating
I feel depressed
I wish to die
My mirror answers no
I tell it I am worthless
That I have no purpose in life
That I am better off dead
My mirror again answers no
It shows me I am floating again
It shows be surrounded by trees and flowers
It shows me animals laying near me
I know what its trying to do
It shows me harmony and peace
And yet again I refuse
I again tell my mirror I should die
My mirror answers no
Now I am angry at my mirror for not wanting to help me
It is telling me against how I feel
I scream at it
It tells me I must live
I holler at it again
I wish it would break
“Live” it echoes
“No” I shout
I plunge my fist into the mirror
It is no more
It lays shattered everywhere
I pick up a large piece
I slowly rotate it looking at it, studying it
I slowly contemplate how my mirror can help me now
I stare at the piece
It is jagged
To me it looks pretty
I decided that mirror decided to help me
I dragged it across my skin repeatedly and watched the blood flow
It was beautiful to me
The last thing I remember was
“I am finally free
There is no more pain
And I can be me”
With those last words I fell into oblivion
(A/N. I may make this into a story as I’m feeling rather depressed at the moment and want to write. If so, it will be no more than three chapters.)