MT (July / Kentucky)

Blame It On You

want to run
pick up a pen
and put down this gun

no pills
to ease the pain
just me and this paper
left to keep me sane

no more slits
no blood left to see
no high, or feel
just plain lil me

i hate this life
i blame it on you
my sleepless nights
look at what ive gone through

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good work, this is exactly how i was feeling i wanted to put it into words but u did for me thanks-