The Needle In My Veins

"When you reach my core at the end

With nothing left of me to defend

Will you look back and wonder too?

If my soul was weak or it just belonged to you"

What happens when the pain you thought would pass, doesn't?

What happens when you realise it's not just a thing of youth?

Who do you blame for it?

The ones who couldn't see it?

The ones who saw and did nothing?

The ones who tried to help but gave up?

Or the ones who never tried at all?

And what if all of them is the same person?

Writing poems instead of fixing herself?