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All My Fault

It’s ALL my fault.

I saw the doubt,

the insecurities

and the disbelief

in your eyes.

I saw the anger and fear

from ghosts past

invade your soul.

I saw the child

that was never

good enough.

I heard the terror

in your nightmares.

My arms were not

strong enough

to capture your nightmares.

My heart

was not strong enough

to chase away

the ghosts.

My belief

was not strong enough

to make you believe



My love

was not


to give you

what you need.

It’s ALL my fault.

Copyright (C) 2018 Penny Wilson

* This was written as sarcasm, directed at the bastard that blamed me for all of his problems.  It’s an older piece that I’ve re-worked.  I like the flow of it better now.  I hope you enjoy!  Penny ❤


Penny Wilson is a freelance writer who writes in several genres. She has written articles for WOW Women on Writing. Her poetry has been published in online journals, such as Ariel Chart, Spill Words Press and the Poppy Road Review. Penny is a member of the Austin Poetry Society. Her poetry has been featured in the publication America's Emerging Poets 2018 & 2019 by Z Publishing and Poets Quarterly and Dual Coast Magazine published by Prolific Press. Penny is an advocate for Mental Health Awareness and has the page "Mental Health Help" on her blog. She writes about the struggles of mental illnesses and Depression. She is passionate about spreading awareness for Suicide Prevention and Domestic Abuse. She expresses her passion through her writings of poetry and life experiences. You can find more of her writings on her blog at and follow her on Twitter @pennywilson123.

7 thoughts on “All My Fault

  1. No, no, no, it’s not your fault. I don’t know the context of why you wrote this. But I do know that in the context of my comment, there are those who never accept blame and always fault someone else. In the context of my comment I am referencing how abusers never accept responsibility for their actions and choose rather to blame their victims. It’s a manipulative mind game making the victim feel at fault. So, no, it’s not your fault.


    1. I should have expanded on my note at the bottom of this piece. No Worries, Audrey. This was meant to be sarcasm thrown at the abusive bastard that blamed me for all of his problems. I’m sorry that it didn’t come off that way. Thank you for the comment, my friend and thank you for the visit! ❤


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