The sad thing is,
if I love someone,
they can hurt me for no logical reason,
and I will still try to figure out what I did wrong.
I blame myself.
I can't help but blame myself.
It doesn't matter what happens,
it always feels like it's my fault.
It's like someone could decide to stab me in the chest,
and I'd spend my last moments trying to comprehend what I did.
I can't find blame in others as much as I can find blame in myself.
Because I don't particularly care for myself.
Maybe it's because growing up,
I was taught to love other's,
but not so much to love myself.
but it's no one's fault I ended up this way.
No one could've predicted I'd be so messed up.
Maybe I did it to myself.
After all,
I am always to blame.
I have a lot of issues. I'm sorry my poetry is such crap. I just have to vent.