I think about the people who hurt me
I name them all
I name their faults

and then I cry, sometimes
but what's for sure is that
no matter how much hurt I feel
I always find a way through which

I break apart myself
pulling the little strings at the seams
telling myself that I'm an idiot
and that it's always my fault

it is then
just like everyone else
that I discover
the one who hurts me the most

is me
and only me