The Blood That Stains The Pages

My Fault

Well lifes confusing,

So I pretend,

I pretend I have the perfect family,

The perfect friends,

The perfect relationships,

The perfect actions,

And the perfect me,

But thats a lie,

I would be lieing to myself and everyone else,

But this is the life Ive choosen,

One full of dissapointment,

Full of hate,

Full of regret,

Its no ones but my fault,

The bruises they are not just my fault,

There are others to blame,

Some are sorry and didnt mean to,

But some couldnt give a shit,

I guess its just me,

Or the whole world,

Unfortunitly it is me,

And always will be.