My mind is a complex little thing. Many things happen in there but You need to understand one thing, One little ******* thing. I always blame myself.
When I see long-sleeves or bunches of bracelets I think, What did I do this time? When I see tears falling down faces I think, Now I've done it. I've gone and them cry. When I get the new you killed yourself, my first thought will be, It's all my ******* fault. I could have saved here but I'm a stupid, insignificant, good-for-nothing little kid. And I'll keep thinking that no matter what. Because my mind has been made to think that it's always my fault.