There are two voices in my head
One is blaming me, and one is blaming you.
I don’t know which one to believe,
I don’t know which one is true.
They both sound right
And they both sound wrong.
I keep fighting the battle of “it’s my fault”
And “no it’s not, it’s his fault”
I keep replaying everything in my head
Trying to find a reason to pin it on
I’m stuck in this vicious cycle and for what?
You are long gone
And have probably moved on.
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Author:
a.k (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Sad
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Comments1
Suffering begins when justifications intersect before our eyes.
Self-blaming becomes a painful daily routine.
Then the spell of the moment mutates into a wonderful new poem.
(I'm overwhelmed )
It’s like, the hurt is good for my art, which in this case is poem writing. In a way, there’s beauty in everything
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