I made someone harm themselves.

I made someone smoke cigarettes.

Even though I didn't tell them to do it,

They did it because of me.

I'm the bad guy,

I know it.

Even though it wasn't my intention,

I did it.

I was an emotional mess,

Didn't know how to say what I felt.

Vocabulary was limited,

And we talked through texts.

They said they knew me so well,

That they didn't need to know anymore...

............

Sure.

I was always tempted to smoke a cigarette.

But when we departed,

Never did I touched those cancer sticks,

Even though I was as sad as them.

They started smoking cigarettes

And blamed it on me.

Like I was the only reason

For their miseries.

They had cuts on their hands,

Which I hadn't seen.

After seeing mine,

They gushed their skin.

Making a video,

Showing it to everyone.

They harmed themselves,

And blamed it on me.

I made them harm themselves.

I made them smoke cigarettes.

Even though I didn't tell them to do it,

They did it because of me.

What they did,

Was their choice.

Not mine,

Where they're forced.

Blaming me,

For what they did,

Won't change their habit

Of making a bad choice.

Now, I'm not there for them.

But,

They are still there,

The cuts and cigarettes.

-affkff

This is written by me.