Its your fault.
My heart is an aching, cold muscle. Beating because it is allowed. Beating because my time has yet ceased;yet, it doesn't beat to keep me alive. My heart beats for the revenge that my soul craves.
Revenge against the ones that hurt me. Revenge against the ones that caused me my pain. Caused me to realize that the world holds no place for someone like me. No place for a devil against others. No place for my happiness, no room for the mercy I had for you.
Its your fault I blame myself, hear the words of others, judging, calling for my end. Your fault I let my guards down, allowing you to put your poison inside of my head, pla