Who's the guilty one now?

A broken, shattered, twisted heart,
Slowly being torn apart,
By laughing, taunting, teasing teens,
From head to toe and in between,
Nobody approves of the way she lives,
They dont understand, thats the way she is,
The scars on her body tell a story of pain,
Of kitchen knives, and nights in the rain,
She feels so hopeless, so broken inside,
For all of those scars, she can no longer hide,
If theres ever a crime, shes the one to blame,
It's burning inside, and shes filled with shame,
Shes the guilty one, the one who's not stunning,
If her mother had stayed, she wouldnt be running,
She cuts herself, uses blood on the wall,
When she is finished, she suddenly falls,
Mother left long ago, and daddy's passed out,
written on the wall, it reads:
"Whos the guilty one now?"