My brain has been torn apart Crumpled together And smeared across the billboards of my timeline My heart shredded and trampled on My body has seen torments and tortures That parents fear and Don’t understand the possibility. I was told it was my fault. Every action had its cause. Every act of terror had its reason. Me.
But it was never my fault.
I wasn’t the reason I hated this thigh, Or this skin Or these bones. Or this brain This way of thinking.