Knife to the heart
Blood that heals others
I take a deep breath and let myself go
I caused this
If I didn't do this
If I didn't do that then...
Maybe
Just maybe, this wouldn't have happened
If I didn't speak
If I didn't lose my mind
If I kept or didn't keep these secrets sooner
Then maybe then I wouldn't be in this place
Maybe I am just taking the blame...
Has this too become an addiction?
Am I really just taking blame?
Then why those tears when I hear the words
Why do I see myself as if the one who ruined
Ruined the people around
Cursed the ones who were near me
As I see them and their life taking a downward flight
Blame
They say I am blaming myself for nothing
But all I see are patterns
Patterns that seem to exist when I am around
If blame is my addict when will I learn to forgive myself
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Addicted
PoetryEvery one of us is addicted to something Be it physical, emotional, or psychological They are there in different forms Some might seem like needs to others But to some these addictions feel so right While others feel off just keeping up with it to...
