Sometimes the reason you keep hurting yourself is because of the lies you tell yourself.
Feelings too close to the sun.
Suddenly I don’t belong
But it’s okay, I’ll take the blame.
Blame doesn’t matter. Not really.
We rise from sleep, we rise from a fall, we rise from agony.
A story of love:
one of the few beautiful things we have to blame for making us feel we can transcend our finite existence...
Collaboration with the fantastic @skye!
My decaying thoughts are festering now.
Please don't blame me if we're both in the same boat
In this bed she stayed...
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Written by: @genevieve
© Genevieve Kubica
i don't know when to be quiet
im upset with myself and when im like this, i write.
Something true. Sad but true.
Am I to blame if I hurt? Alone, shielded, introvert.
(Poem and narrative inspired by today's prompt: blame and World Mental Health Day 2018. *May be triggering*) Spread the message.
It's not a bad day. The daily prompt just kind of sparked this.
why didn't you listen to me? i remember that day. how can i forget?
Sloth is tired because the people keep blaming him.
If you blame all your failures on someone else, you'll be just a weak, miserable soul.
You are the one who came to ruin.
I made this poem a few months ago, when I have nothing to do. This is similar to my other post Blame. I don't know what I feel about this poem/post, so I'll just let you guys decide.
NOT MY POEM**