I DO NOT OWN SOUTH PARK

A/N: You know that saying, "There are two sides to every story?" Yeah. This is the second side. Two people asked me to write up a response from Craig, and... I tried. I'm sorry this sucks major ass.

And thank you to the Tumblr user who fucking made my day and drew the most beautiful fanart of this! I can't find her post or her username anywhere, but if anyone cold tell me, I'd be glad to credit it. Plus, shameless self promotion, My Tumblr URL is thatlamekidsart.

Dear Tweek,

I'm sorry- I just wanted to write that down.

But how dare you even accuse me of fooling around?

How dare you lie, and how dare you present,

All of this fucking shit, all these lies, and phony evidence?

How dare you blame my father, and try to justify,

What you did to me, and how dare to you claim that you're right

I can't believe you had it in you; can't believe you'd do this,

Can't believe that you'd take me, and then put me through this,

That I don't deserve, and after everything I've done

I got the upper hand and you still think you fucking won.

Yeah, I know you're out there. I know your satisfied.

The judge almost set me in chains, till I convinced them that you lied.

I'd never fucking hurt you, you were like a precious thing,

That I would protect with open arms, for all the hate the world would bring.

We're both trapped in our minds, begging to escape.

But I'll never resort to leaving the world that way.

You were something special, not my entire life.

And with a little bit of strength, I can push on through this night.

And the next, and the next, for as long as I have to

And I'll keep going with the thought that I can still be stronger than you.

I'd never hit you! I can't believe you'd try,

To convince them that I did, and I asked them to visualize,

How I felt that night, when I pushed you to the floor,

While you screeched and howled and blocked the goddamn door,

Accusing me of cheating, and accusing me of lying

Claiming that you'd kill yourself, and that you were done with trying,

Getting violent and terrifying in the middle of the night,

Telling me you're paranoid and that my head ain't screwed on right,

Swinging a fucking knife, and pressing it to my throat,

And beating my ass while holding the collar of my coat,

And I took it, because I couldn't stand to hurt the one I love,

Even if you were batshit crazy, I still held you above

That drowning sea of demons that would only pull you down

Makes you sick to your stomach, how I never made a sound

You had the blade pressed to my neck, and began to cut,

So I yelled and I disarmed you, and jabbed you in the gut,

I still feel horrible, but I don't regret a second.

I don't regret a move I made, because you were fucking hectic

You would've killed me, right? You would've pulled the blade,

You would've let our beige rug become dirty and stained.

Maybe I did some wrongs too, you're not all to blame

Because I never stopped you when you had your finger to that flame,

And cried out for help as your skin charred off,

Yeah, I heard that, and I could only sneer and scoff,

And I'm sorry I never seen you as the perfect boy you were

I won't lie, I criticized, and I could never see the allure

Of your face, and your eyes, and your shy little grin

But all the pretty outside won't hide the ugly within.

I'm sorry that I made you feel helpless, I'm sorry I didn't change

But it wouldn't mean a thing if only I re-arranged

I'm sorry I never noticed how you wore longer shirts,

I'm sorry that I never told you all that you were worth,

You were right, these regrets still haunt me to this day,

And I'm amazed that with all this shit, both of us managed to stay

Yes, I hung around that McCormick boy sometimes.

And I let things between us mistakenly ignite.

And I took it too far, and came home covered in sweat.

At late hours of the night, and still stinking of sex.

And I held you in those same hands that I sinned with,

And kissed you with those same lips and asked you to forget it

All this pain that I caused and all this tumult and turmoil,

I tried to light broken lights while good lanterns would burn oil

But how could I forgive you, how could you justify?

Leaving me in the world to listen to you die,

And hearing that ghastly scream as the gun roared to life,

And ended your own, on that cursed night?

I showed the judge the burns you gave me with your lighter,

And I showed all the bruises that proved you were the fighter,

I asked her to imagine that I was walking home,

In the dark of South Park, tired and alone,

After a long night of working my second fucking shift,

I came home to you, throwing a mother-fucking fit,

Screaming that there were cameras in your skin, there were devices

That there were people watching you every single night, it's

A little exhausting, and I tried to soothe you,

I sat you on my lap and then I tried to subdue you,

But you wouldn't have it, no you wouldn't stop,

You shattered a glass on the floor, and sent me into shock,

As you took it and then cut my skin with the shards

And then pressed it into the flesh just above my heart.

Tweek, I'm truly sorry, for everything I've done.

I'm sorry for you, too, because you think you've won.

But I'm still alive and well, and though still a little stressed,

I have another boyfriend who won't leave wounds on my chest,

While that McCormick boy will kiss my every cut and burn,

And help me take all the fucking ashes in your urn,

And throw them in the river, and help me turn my shoulder,

You lost fair and square, Tweek. Game over.