So, who should I blame for being so mentally fckked up? hah? My dad, because he was never there? Because he could care less, was it him? Is that why I see a blue bunny jumping around, when it’s not ever Easter? Dammit! Or is it my mothers fault? Because she didn’t raise me well enough? Because her hand was her mouth, and she’d beat me? Is that why I get panic attacks, and start crying on the bus, without any reason? Hah?
Or, is it all the “effed up” music I listen to, as my mom called it before ripping apart most of my posters??? Oh yeah like rock music makes you cut yourself…. Gees!
Or should I blame the bullies in school? Making me lonely, crying in a corner, until I was 16? All the names they called me, in the begging it was simple, ‘fatty’ or something like that, then it moved on and got more severe… rumours, I had to run from all the time, is that the reason? Is that why I tend to lie instead of telling the truth; is it why I’m so manically in love with a man I’ve never even met?
Or is it really, like with everything else in this world, my fault? Is it my fault that I’m popping pain medicine for a mental pain? Wouldn’t it be easy if I had been nothing but a spot on the sheet… then I wouldn’t have to plan a suicide every day of the week that I know will fail anyway.
Maybe I should really blame the voices in me, they’ve been here since I was little, when I told people about them, and what they said, people thought I was being funny, also, then they were wittier then now, now they are so dark… like last night they kept singing to me how beautiful death is…
Or should I blame the guy who abused me sexually, when I was what, 4 years old… but then again, wasn’t it me who was the stupid one? I mean I could have told him I didn’t want to, but I didn’t…
Or then the rapist, when I was 13, *sigh* that was my fault again, my mom told me so… I could have fought him, I mean kicked him harder and stuff… but I didn’t, I was so weak, I’ve always been so weak.
