Maybe

Maybe the problem is me and maybe it always has been.

Maybe the reason I'm so sad is because of myself and I've become addicted to feeling a certain way and I refuse to let myself recover.

It's my fault I can't seem to love my mess of a self and it's my fault everyone leaves because I shut them all out.

There must be a reason nobody else can help me 

and maybe it's because my problem is me and that's why I can't sleep at night,

because I keep myself up.