Blood dripping down over my arms
From wounds my own hands have carved
I cover it with makeup and sleeves
In the middle of summer...what happened to me?
I used to laugh and run and play
Looking forward to the next day
Now I'm on my own, and I silently glare
Keeping my solitude with an angry stare
You can't hear me and my silent screams
Crying out to you, to God
I didn't want to end up this way
But there's no one I should blame.
You shunned me every day of my life
Your words have only caused pain and strife
Your criticism cuts deep; That's great
You think as you turn around with your hate
Kept close like an eternal flame
What did I do to make you blame
Me for all your problems now?
Or is it really all my fault? But how?
You don't see my silent struggle
Against myself, against God
Why do you care anyway?
Night has come from my day
I can't blame no one but myself-Mea Culpa
only I created this self-wrought hell
