Blame

When any waves of mercy rush my way,

I will already be gone.

I'll be in a  dark place

with no hope or love. Alone. Numb.

And you'rethe one who led me there.

But I guess I have to take responsibility.

So I blame myself for letting it get so bad. So. Bad.

I blame myself for breathing, for daring to continue.

I blame myself for running. All the time.

But for the most part,

I blame myself for caring about you.

You're worthless.