Another day, another mistake.
More tear stains on my clothes,
red eyes cannot be faked.
Hidden in shame,
a face will be recognized.
Another person
we have come to despise.
It has begun.
Fear latches onto me,
gun in hand.
Sleek and smooth is the sound,
the shot heard in my head and heart.
How can life be missed
when life was never lived?
The loss of one loved,
The pain of those who suffer.
If I had one wish,
It would not have happened.
The voice in my head
would not have existed.
If I had one wish,
I would give back what I had taken.
Why not me instead of them?
This One Goes Out to All My Harry Potter Fans
13 years ago
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