the letter i would write

dear... whoever im sorry... but not for the way it ended because you should have seen it coming, from the time i was young i never wanted to live. i could care less if i lived or died i just wanted to stop the pain but it just felt like a game of blame, the blame game i would blame my dad for never being there for me, for always running to her first, i would blame my past for how i act all the thoughts i had but never myself because it cant be my fault. and i wasn't so as you read this im already gone you weren't to blame no one was but it could have been perverted if someone fessed up and took accountability for the problems admitted they were wrong and said sorry instead i face the backlash against my own body