“It was not your fault.”
Every soul around me murmurs,
while I tremble and shake, coming undone.
A few moments pass, and I stare at the wall,
while my aching soul whispers to me:
I hope it was…
And I feel guilty for hoping so.
For whom? You ask.
I do not really know.
But between you and me,
I hope it was all my fault.
Perhaps then, my suffering would have a cause—
karma, as you beings call it.
Then I could convince myself:
I deserve this.
The pain, the suffering, the falling apart
every stitch on my ******* scar,
Every time I collapsed,
trying to hold my head, plucking my hair
begging the floor to swallow me whole;
Yet the wall remains silent...
cause maybe it also thinks
"It was never my fault."
and pittys me, for the cruelty of
knowing, none of it was ever my fault.
May 13
May 13, 2026 at 10:50 AM UTC
“It was not your fault.”
Every soul around me murmurs,
while I tremble and shake, coming undone.
A few moments pass, and I stare at the wall,
while my aching soul whispers to me:
I hope it was…
And I feel guilty for hoping so.
For whom? You ask.
I do not really know.
But between you and me,
I hope it was all my fault.
Perhaps then, my suffering would have a cause—
karma, as you beings call it.
Then I could convince myself:
I deserve this.
The pain, the suffering, the falling apart
every stitch on my ******* scar,
Every time I collapsed,
trying to hold my head, plucking my hair
begging the floor to swallow me whole;
Yet the wall remains silent...
cause maybe it also thinks
"It was never my fault."
and pittys me, for the cruelty of
knowing, none of it was ever my fault.
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