Quirk

No I'm not fine.
I'm going out of my mind.
Trying to find.
A reason why.
I should stay.
I should say.
I wont delay.
But I can't slay.
The fears.
That bring the tears.
That keep me here.
Liquid spears.
That pierce my skin.
So I keep feelin's.
Within.
And hide behind a grin.

"Even bulletproofs need a hug sometimes."
I'm affraid I'll have to decline.
Maybe after a little more time.
The armour'll come off, and I'll be fine.

This way.
I can take.
So much Pain.
And it's plain.
To see.
Why for me.
This is easy.
As how I breathe.
Please.
Believe.
I'm not heartless.
Regardless.
Of what I want you to think.
And sometimes I want to drink.
Away the pain.
Or take it all away.
But still I saty.
Strong as I can.
Too many people need me.
For me to so speedily.
End it.

"Even bulletproofs need a hug sometimes."
I'm affraid I'll have to decline.
Maybe after a little more time.
The armour'll come off, and I'll be fine.

Sometimes I open up, but it's hard for me to do it.
So I keep as closed as I can, the point don't persue it.
This armour is all I have.
Slapped on me by my dad.
When he told me to toughen up.
So I did, crying did stop punches.
While I'm being beaten up on school lunches.
And my nose just crunches.
And bleeds.
It feeds.
The need.
To no longer beable to be hurt.

"Even bulletproofs need a hug sometimes."
I'm affraid I'll have to decline.
Maybe after a little more time.
The armour'll come off, and I'll be fine.

-Harry