It's okay
The things I say
Is just me repeating the words
They are saying
While they tell me
It's all their fault
It's all father's fault
It's all brother's fault
The scars on my skin
Reflects their harsh words

I can't
I can't do anything
I can't be sober for more than a week or two
I can't keep myself away from the blade
I can't keep myself from clawing at myself
At my face
With my sharp finger nails
Forcing pain onto myself
Forcing myself to bite my finger
Hoping it would eventually bleed
Make it feel worse than skin upon dried ice
It hurts
Yet it's all their fault.