Young Writers Society

Wow, ouch. This hit me in the feels.

I totally relate to making everything my fault and blaming myself for the misdeeds of others.

Thinking about it now we must be pretty arrogant to believe we have enough control over others that we think it is our fault when they treat us badly. To believe that showing them our vulnerabilities somehow caused their actions.

Even so, it takes great courage to show a wound to someone. Or a desperate need for attention/affection. Hopefully as maturity and healing occur the later explanation will become less of a factor.

Sorry for going on a tangent there. I often find writers express their own struggles and unanswered questions in their stories (I know I do). So, back to the analysis of your story.

Overall it was great although it didn't have the rhyme scheme that I associate with poems if that's what you were going for.

The story was well told and emotional while also being descriptive which was great. I liked your repeated use of the "It was my fault, really." line. That made it feel more like a poem for me.

I think there was a spelling mistake in this line "When he slid is own blades into them"
I think you meant to put "he slid his" instead of "he slid is"

I hope this helps. Have a wonderful day

Hiya! This is Orabella, here with a review.

I can't believe how good people on YWS are at making me sad. (not in a bad way) Almost every poem I've read in the last few weeks has just been so meaningful and beautiful that I just want to cry happy tears.

I feel like all the mention of blood makes this work a 12+ instead of E. I'm a squeamish person to begin with, and this did make me squirm a bit, although I think it was metaphorical blood. (Is it? I wanna make sure)

The last line is powerful, and also incredibly sad. It makes the title a perfect fit, and also makes the reader want to cry some more. (Or at least me) And it repeats what has been said before. This person is talking about things that have been done to them - and now they're saying it was their own fault? How is it your fault if someone stabs you?!

And I showed him my scars,

The places I was stabbed,

How badly they've healed.

It was a road map for him-

Not of detours,

But of destinations.