Blame

You are to blame,
Although I hurt me,
So you don’t see,
All the pain I keep.

Now I am tired,
Of this hurt.
I tried so hard,
But nothing works.

So down I venture,
Into your room.
Slow and quiet,
You have no clue.

In your sleep,
You will stay.
Never to see,
Another day.

I make you suffer,
You are to blame.
Because of you,
I’m not the same.

On the carpet,
Down the halls,
I leave my mark,
Spread on these walls.

There is blood,
On these two hands,
But the murderer,
No longer stands.