(fanfic)
Harry is defeated and sits in his room and cries.
Harry has been feeling suicidal lately because of all the mess that he had to go through which he didn’t deserve to go through. He has been holding on and surviving in spite of the hardships.
Every time Harry stands up for himself the world pushes him down, they don’t really understand that he has been standing up for himself because of the immense bullshit that he had been going through, which for some reason always goes unseen. Even if it is seen people choose to be blindsided by it.
Harry doesn’t really have anyone whom he can lean on and talk to openly, so he writes in his blogs hoping he his heard. The only time he really liked someone, it was taken away from him because of the mess that he was put in. He has nothing left in his life to be happy about.
He doesn’t even know why he is still alive. He gets overwhelmed too. But for some reason everyone thinks he is resilient and gives him a hard time over and over again. He can’t even fight for his rights or even stand up for his rights.
The world tells him if its not in your hands, let it go. But his whole life even his life was not in his hands. The madness that he went through all his life overpowers him.
He sits down and prays.
THE END.
rachana rajan <3 