I Blame You…

I blame you,

For marrying Phil, after divorcing Dad,

Grabbing your new life and running away.

Sometimes I think you were only too glad

That you were able to forget all about me.

I blame you,

For hurting Mom and pushing her out,

What you did to her to make her leave.

She loved you and you loved her no doubt,

Yet she was forced away anyhow.

I blame you,

For not caring about the real me,

You enjoyed yourselves and had some fun.

I didn’t fit in, I never will, can’t any of you see?

I’m not one of you – I’m different and now alone.

I blame you,

For hating me right from the start,

I know you didn’t want me – it’s not my fault.

You’ve everything I want but I have a beating heart,

A chance you never gave me is gone forever because you left.

I blame you,

For letting me in and being too kind,

You put up with hell for a worthless cause.

When I offered to leave – you said my presence, you didn’t mind

Carlisle could’ve changed me – Esme could have tried.

I blame you,

For messing with my feelings and making me weak,

I used to be so strong and in control, now

Every move I make is laughed at, as is every word I speak.

Both of you made it worse – unable to hold back from the treat.

I blame you,

For not seeing what would become,

You should have know, not let it happen.

Maybe if you’d stopped it, I wouldn’t be feeling so numb,

You could’ve stayed and kept the life that was your own.

I blame you,

For telling me the stories of the truth,

I let you in and you filled the hole the he left.

My heart began to beat again, but on a shark’s sharp tooth,

You too lied to me and took everything away with you.

I blame you,

For pulling me close and keeping me in,

I was trapped the moment your eyes saw me.

When you left me, I lost and now can never win,

My life was yours – my heart and soul – you threw it back again.

But most of all I blame none of you, even a single tiny bit

For I blame myself for every little thing,

Not anyone’s fault but my own for getting stuck.

A life I believed in flown away on a bird’s soft feather wing.

Now I am alone again, except there’s no point living.