ok guys here goes, i understand its totally harry’s life and its his decisions to date whoever he wants but seriously how come its always some famous or supermodel that he goes out with? there are millions of girls who absolutely love him that have no self confidence at all what with the media…
i dont even like sophia but at least shes a normal girl you know?
I come home early, from school.
Feeling like im gonna throw up.
Mom helps me feel better.
But then you come home.
You yell at me for being home.
You yell at her for letting me be home.
I tried to run before, to somewhere safe.
I came back.
And lost something special with someone I loved.
Now Im in my room, its dirty.
Clothes everywhere, dirty dishes.
Me, laying in my bed, in the blankets, tired eyes
As I have been crying for so long.
I can hear you walk upstairs.
I tense up. I hear you walk past my door.
You sigh. Once you leave I cry.
You never tell me you love me, not seriously at least.
I come home, from being bullied. When, you’re a bully.
I harm myself. As if it will fix things. You watch.
We try to get help. You don’t change.
I want to leave. But where would I go?
Im so young. So, stupid.
I don’t know what to do anymore.
Maybe, just maybe.
If I were to die…
Things would be better.
My friends would be happy
They would get over it.
My family would be crushed, but they will get over it
My mom, crushed. Literally. She would cry non stop, and blame herself.
She does now. She blames herself for my sadness.
I hate seeing the people I love cry, hurt.
Maybe if I just die, you’ll be happier.
I remember, the day you told me
To kill myself.
Try not to make a mess
I ran to my room
And clutched my teddy.
I punched, I threw things, I broke things. To the point where I hit my head and passed out.
I soon turned to beer.
I would sneak downstairs and chug as many as I could.
Mom found out
And helped me stable myself. Everyday I come home. Just, terrified. That I will do something wrong.
If I do something wrong, or upset you. It will be my fault, that we live in a shitty house. In a place where I barely smile.
Most of my smiles are fake.
Sometimes I lay in my bed
And just imagine
What would happen if I died.
You and mom would fight more
She would leave you
You would continue your life
Mom would probably kill herself.
Or start smoking again.
Why do you hate me?
I ask many people this, allot.
All wonder why, or think im kidding.
When im not asking you, or anyone really
Im asking myself.
As, I harm myself
I blame myself
Its all my fault I think
I know, that things would be better
If I left
Sometimes I think, what lies behind the clouds?
What lies behind my tears?
Behind my life, behind hell.
Would I be happy?
I don’t even remember what being happy is anymore.
Its to the point where
I just, wish I could fall asleep.
And never have to wake up.
I could dream forever.
That’s all I have ever wanted,
You prevent me.
You cant see, how much you hurt me.
You think im using it against you.
I will never be free.
If we’re dating I will get you sexually frustrated a lot just to amuse myself
that is so true not even sorry
we actually don’t even need to be dating if i figure out your kinks it’s on like donkey kong
Sounds exactly like something harry would do
*i begin to have a little panic attack* I don’t wanna lose him I can’t lose him. He’ll make it through right??