𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐁𝐘 𝐎𝐍𝐄 • 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍

𝐒𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐧

dear, Harry.
I was the one that found you.
After I found your letter.
I didn't believe it.
And thought it was a sick prank.
Yet I knew it wasn't when I saw you.

You were bleeding so much, Harry.
Yet you still had an etch of a smile written on your face.
How?
How could you die with a smile?

The guilt is tearing me apart.
You were like a little brother to me.
Why didn't I fucking see how fucked up we were being to you?
I know you won't get this.
But it's the thought that counts, right?

-Simon Minter