You. You gave me these demons, and this poisoned blood that runs through my ******* veins. Before I had a choice in the matter you ****** my life. Because of you I am broken. Because of you I am fighting for air at the bottom of what seems to be a bottomless ocean.
Before I could breathe, you started drowning me in chemicals I couldn’t resist. When I was born my lungs breathed the cigarette smoke you blew and the cruel words you spilled. Because of you, I am dead on the inside and still trying to find a ******* way out.
Because of you I cried myself to sleep and slit my wrists over and over and over for so many years it could be someone’s entire lifetime. Because of you, and your influence on me – I am the person I am. Yet I'm not terrible.
Because of you, I know how to become something better. Because of you I can run face first down the right path rather than following yours. Because of you ill give my baby nutrients and life, rather than chemicals and a cynically written poem about how you destroyed mine before I got the chance to construct and create my own.