They say
you chose to live
this way

that it's your own
**** fault

but where's the
fault in feeling
and not having
one to turn to
and needing someone
in the night
where your demons haunt you

where's the
fault in hoping
that white will take
the pain away
the pain that won't
stop scratching
pulling, tearing
where your demons want you

and where's the
fault in running
when you were
never told where to go
no hand to guide
no hand to follow
no hand to touch
or hold

They say you chose this path
that it's your own **** fault
that you don't deserve a human touch
of love
because you chose to live this way



I know where the fault is.