You

You ask so many questions
Not knowing who to blame
Wondering why I am the way I am
Wondering why I have become who I am
Even wondering who I am
You blame so many people
Thinking it might be school
But you honestly have no idea

Now you take care of me
Trying to heal my scars
Working your way into my brain
But you aren't even close
There's no way you will ever get into my head

You still bandage my arm
Even though they're only scars
But you're going to work on it
Until you can get them better
The problem in that you don't understand what it does to me
It makes me want to cut even more
You have no idea

Bitch, it's always been you
Everything I've done is because of you.