It’s always my fault

All I do is cry

day and night

even in the middle

of the dark

where no one can

hear, just the moon

along with the midnight sky.

I'd wish upon a star

they appear so bright

I'd say a prayer or two

What's the point.

I can be really mean

A sweetheart, too, that

will never make sense

to anyone, not even me.

not even you listening

or reading.

I've made bad choices

nothing can change

apparently not even me.

its always my fault and

I get away with shit stuffed

in my face.

I'll take the blame

even the fall, just handcuff

me and put me away.

throw away the key

and tell this witch to

fly the fuck away.