I was denigrated. Then again, I let it befall upon me. Then again, I knew this was best. There I sat all miserable. Then again, I knew I was despicable. I cast all blame upon me.
Regardless of how hard blame was cast upon others, I kept blaming myself.
Now all blame is weighing me down. Down low. Almost to the ground.
I can’t take it any longer. Now I just feel like a monger. Dealing out comfort in return for pain. I am agonized in the membrane.
All this seclusion makes one big delusion. My delusion is; that if everyone else is at ease, so will I. Truth is, I’m clawing at my insides. I feel so agonized by all this weight upon me. I can’t take it anymore.
I want to cast blame upon thee. “IT WAS YOUR FAULT,” I’d like to say. Maybe then the pain’ll go away. That wouldn’t be righteous. No. It’d be downright erroneous.
I committed the crime, now I’ll suffer for some time. It’s only fair that I heal what’s there. What’s there, is a nasty gash. Made by yours truly. “No one else,” I say, to keep the blame on me.
I don’t care, this pain can stay. I take it as a punishment; for all of my mistaken intent. I didn’t want this end result. I didn’t want it at all. Too late, now I must take the fall.
I don’t want anyone else blaming themselves. So I’ll keep all these thoughts inside. In my membrane, they’ll all reside.
I refuse to blame anyone else. Goal accomplished, no one else feels like they did wrong. It’s all on me. Yes, I’ve been self-denigrated. It’s okay, I can take the pain so that everyone else remains sane.