It wasn’t me
It was you
Who held the knife
As I bled
It was all you
I blame you
Because, again
The truth is hard to swallow
And I can’t believe a good person
Could do that to someone they care for
You are a bad, terrible, disgusting person
I hate every part of you
I hate your fake smile, your lying tongue, your evil eyes
I don’t even know how to forgive you
I’m just angry
And tired
And it’s all your fault
It was. All. Your. Fault.
Mar 7
Mar 7, 2026 at 12:12 PM UTC
It wasn’t me
It was you
Who held the knife
As I bled
It was all you
I blame you
Because, again
The truth is hard to swallow
And I can’t believe a good person
Could do that to someone they care for
You are a bad, terrible, disgusting person
I hate every part of you
I hate your fake smile, your lying tongue, your evil eyes
I don’t even know how to forgive you
I’m just angry
And tired
And it’s all your fault
It was. All. Your. Fault.
This is the 5th poem in my ‘Forgiveness’ series.