pointed fingers

This one is an old post I once posted on my tumblr blog.

I pour my heart out
To this cold, heartless being
Which does not speak nor listen
It neither stabs nor saves
It neither kills nor rescues
All my words are in vain;
I capture the scene of my insipidness
No living thing can hear me now
Not one can see me now
I’ve merged with the faultless guilt
that knowing eyes
and pointing fingers
have blanketed
upon me.

I can't remember why I wrote this. What I remember was that I was feeling really upset about something.