[wickedwinternick]

You decided to read the clean piece of paper. The hand-writing resembles chicken scratch, but is, at the least, readable.

The Blame Game

The play of the game
To shift away the blame
To put it on another name
But in the end it’s all the same
You are the architect of your despair
You are the architect of your disrepair
It is yourself that is the spirit of enabling
You are the cause of your own crippling
Why blame the rest of the pride
When it’s only you inside
Others can help you along
But only you can make yourself wrong
You’re the helmsman of your ship
Only you control the principles of your trip
Blame naught the devil
For it is you that brought yourself to such a low level
It’s only your own dark soul
One that will take it’s toll
The seeds you’ve sown are the seeds you’ll reap
These seeds are yours, the ones you’ve planted so deep
So forsake the game
And take the blame
For when you ignore what you’ve done wrong
The dark road of recovery can be quite long
So make right with your goals
Or it is you for whom the bell tolls...

Written by a paranoid writer.