all the broken pieces

i never wanted to hurt the people i did.
something in me made me commit the acts i did, as if im not in control of my own body.
when i do the things i do,
i make myself believe that everyone else is to blame for the things ive done. i know it isnt true but,
i dont want to believe that there's something wrong with me.
theres only something wrong with them.

so i hurt,
i break,
i kill,
and i am the one that gets to survive.
it's actually quite beautiful,
its like a statement.
its almost like, all the broken pieces,
come together again.