Sometimes I feel it was my fault <br />Perhaps it was something I said <br />Sometimes I wake from a nightmare <br />Reliving it again in my head <br /> <br />Sometimes I need to be hurting <br />Feeling the pain once again <br />Sometimes cutting my own skin <br />Is the only thing keeping me sane <br /> <br />Sometimes I wish I was not me <br />Because I hate me so much <br />Sometimes I need to be hiding <br />Out of harms way, out of touch <br /> <br />Sometimes I need to seek refuge <br />In any drug I can take <br />Sometimes floating outside me <br />Dulls the pain and the terrible ache <br /> <br />Sometimes I think I’ll get better <br />A new life without any grief <br />Sometimes I find I am serving <br />A sentence that has no relief<br /><br />SPC Kellaway<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/victim/
