Why me? its my fault.

Why me.
I sit by the window looking out at the street and wonder,
Why me.
I look at all the happy people going past and wonder,
Why me.
I stare at the scars on my arms and legs and wonder,
Why me.
I cut myself again and again and again and wonder,
Why me.
I feel myself hurt and love it so much and I wonder,
Why me.
I hurt and laugh and cry and hate and I think
Its my fault

Its my fault.
I look at my dads face and I think,
Its my fault.
I look at my mums face and I think,
Its my fault.
She yells and screams at me and I think,
Its my fault.
She tortures and kills me inside and I think,
Its my fault.
I no I’m not ready and she hates me for it and I think,
Its my fault
I no I cant stop and I wonder,
Why me?