Not Your Fault

Those words that stumble
As they're shoved down your throat,
They already shred your body;
You don't need to do it too...

For every reason they spill their poisons
Into your very own heart and
Every self-conscious palate on your body;
It's not your fault.

They give you enough pain as is,
Numbing it with pain against pain
Is only going allow the words to shred more -
Don't give in to their game, they're killing you
And making everything look like your fault.