The Poems

Fault

August 25, 2014

They make you feel like it's your fault.
With all the shit going on.
You know deep down it's not true.
You did nothing wrong for you to be blamed.
But still, they blame you for it.
You feel like there's no other way or nowhere to go.
You sit in your room, crying, feeling like shit.
Looking at your pale skin, thinking it'd look beautiful painted red.
You know it's bad, but you want the pain to go away.
You grabbed your brush and painted the pale skin red.
The pain has gone away for now, the painful memories still remain.
They still says its your fault.