I feel so trapped inside right now,
so empty and so drained.
I feel so weak inside right now,
so confused and yet so sane....
But why do I have the urge to do,
to do such a stupid thing?
Someone is saying in my mind,
"kiss my robes, bow to me!"
Sudden urges pain me now,
my mind is racing fast.
I really want to do this,
but what is in it for me?
"Do it now! Or suffer pain!
Don't wait now! Or die right here!
I'm stronger than you!
So do it now! Kiss my robes i bellow!"
I feel myself being pulled toward him,
yet no one is forcing me to.
I feel my very own will,
rushing forward to kiss him.
My cold, parched lips are felt on his robes,
My dampened knees ground into the soil.
My fingers are frozen, yet proceed,
to collect a handful of robes.
A cold harsh laugh reaches my ear,
and echoes by-and-by.
It's an evil laugh, a cackle just so bad.
It's the sound of hate, it's the sound of death.
"Fool!" I hear a chant above,
and then I see his wand out.
Wondering what is coming next,
I cower on the ground.
Pain bursts against my skin,
burning through my flesh.
My bones are on fire,
while my blood turns to flowing lava.
A scream so shrill escapes my mouth,
bubbling soreness scratches my heart,
prickling hurt scrapes through my veins,
my burning scar splits in two.
Just as soon as everything started,
I start to feel the aftermath.
The pain is still there, so greatly existing,
yet everything is softer,
in an odd kind of way.
Another laugh shatters the air,
another cackle breaks in the wind.
The laugh is just as bad as pain,
the laugh makes you want to die.
And that's what i feel like doing now,
ending my life right now.
I see no need for life now,
what's the point of living?
I try to open my eyes, but then wish that i didn't.
The fogginess starts to focus on,
focus on great Voldemort.
I begin to open my eyes, but then wish that I couldn't.
The fuzziness starts to lie upon,
lie upon Tom Riddle.
Please, Mom,
Please, Dad,
Please, my friends,
help me now!
I feel my last strenght drain out,
fall under all my weight.
My face crashes on the ground,
striking a sharp rock.
Now upon my other pain,
I see faint blood in front.
The sweetness of the red,
soaks into my dry lips.
"You will die!"
"No I won't!"
"You will suffer!"
"I have no choice...."
Slowly my eyes shut down...
Slowly my brain ends pain...
Slowly my breath spills halt...
I know I cannot make it...
The finishing dregs of my life are gone,
I can't remember my thoughts.
Nothing else will matter except,
except my afterlife.
Help me Mom,
Help me Dad,
Help me Friends,
I feel only pain....