I trusted you more than anyone in the world but when I turned my back for a split second you were gone.
I thought you would always be by my side and I believed it, now you’re gone and I’m the one to blame.
I’m the one to blame for the crimes committed by you.
I’m the one to blame for the unhappiness everyone feels.
I’m the one to blame for the scars that run deeper than the ocean left upon my siblings.
What about my scars though? What about my unhappiness, and the effect of your crimes against me? Perhaps I will be blamed for that to.
I guess that’s fine, because I’ve become used to the term, “It’s fine I’m used to it.”
It doesn’t matter anyways because even as they beat me, destroy me, torture me, and push me in to a dark abyss I will persevere because I still Love you.