Blood Scar

You came to me with scars decorating your wrists,
So who to blame?
Don’t tell me it’s not your fault.
Don’t try and fool yourself.
It wont work on me.
I know a liar when I see one.
I should know.
The bloody sheets,
curtains that have witnessed your shame.
They all speak to me for you.
No need to open your mouth,
You actions say it all.