WARNING: TOOTP SPOILERS!!!!
Disclaimer: 'Tis not mine. Dammit.
*sniffles quietly* Why, oh why oh, did Sirius have to die? *pauses* ANGSTORAMA!!! WAAAAAAAAAAAY-HEEEEEEEEY!!!!! *gives JKR a great big hug* Oh thank you thank you thank you!!! Not that angst is a good thing, of course. *coughs*
Now I will tell you what I've done for you
Fifty thousand tears I've cried
Screaming, Deceiving, and bleeding for you
And you still won't hear me...
~Going Under, Evanescence.
Dead.
Dead.
He is dead. He is dead and gone and he ain't coming back. He's gone.
Gone.
gone
What am I doing here? The world needs saving, and I need to save it. I need to pay back what I've taken from the big bank of life.
It's my fault he's dead. And he is. He is, and how can I live with that? How can I live at all?
And I'm not living. They tell me so every day, peering at me over the newspaper. I'm an un-dead freak of fucking nature, and I've killed so many people already.
murderer
No. No. No. it wasn't my fault I swear. But what do you care? And now Sirius is dead. And it's my fault.
ten little scratches on little harry's arm
who'd've thought he did self-harm?
Shut up. Shut up shut up shut up, damn you. Damn me. It's my fault. Mum. Dad. Cedric. Sirius. And god knows how many whose names I don't know. So why am I just sitting here, staring at the wall and waiting for the world to go by?
There are a lot of cracks on this wall. ...7…8…9…10…
There are a lot of cracks in my head.
There's a lot of scars on me.
those you know of
and those you don't
A/N: I'm not sure quite was wrong with me when I wrote this. Quite a lot of it seems to apply to me. I'm a very twisted little girl. Hurrah.