This is my first Cartman angst/ tragedy. Please be nice.
Falling
Sinking
I'm sorry
I wasn't nice. I know that. But were you?
Emotions
Rising
Were you nice when you endlessly made fun of me? Of my weight? Were you thinking of me when you made fun of my mom? And where was your so called niceness when you talked about my dad?
The pain.
It's overwhelming.
Opening
Up
New wounds.
When you told me it was my fault he left. That I made him leave. That no one loved me.
Unbearable
Unbelievable
Unloved
Where was your comforting hand when you saw I was hurt? Where were you, when I lost everything?
Alone
So alone
Where were you?
Wish you could turn off the questions, turn off the voices, turn off all sound. Yearn to close out the ugliness, close out the filthiness, close out all light. Long to cast away yesterday, cast away memory, cast away all jeapordy. Pray you could somehow stop uncertainty, somehow stop the loathing, somehow stop the pain. Act on your impulse, swallow the bottle, cut a little deeper, put the gun to your chest." — Ellen Hopkins
"It [death] chokes you, gags you, but you have to pretend that you're doing just fine, not trembling with this fear because the end is close." — Ellen Hopkins (Impulse)
I know, very angst. Should I write a collection of angst? Please review! PLEASE! If anyone wants a collection, I'll write one. Any ideas? REVIEW! I'm writing this kind of Ellen Hopkin-ish. The line above is from Impulse by her.
