It’s my fault I made him mad.
It’s my fault he drank.
It’s my fault because I wished on that stupid star.
It’s my fault that mom’s not so tolerant.
It’s my fault…EVERYTHING’S MY FAULT!
Why do I feel so guilty?
Why do I have to live with my faults?
Why do we live like this?
I miss life.
I would give anything to have it back!
© Ashley Cappelletty 2001