My Fault

I am the most selfish person you’ll meet

I care only about myself, my problems, and my feelings

I am blind to what you’re going through you see

I know I don’t deserve to live, exist or breathe

Because the only way I know to show

My love for the ones I care for and cherish

Is to send them away; I’m easily replaceable

Build a wall and shun them away from me

I don’t amount to much, and I know they don’t deserve

To be treated the way I do, a filthy being

Don’t for a second, no matter what, think it’s you

No, for it really is me without a doubt

You see, I’m a broken mess on the inside

More than I need or am meant to be

Remember the time I didn’t pick your call

Or meet you despite plans made in advance

When I tell you we can’t be friends for you’re too much

Or blame you for every dip and pitfall I face

Never forget that it’s not you, not remotely

For it’s me who is dead on the ground in every aspect except for reality