Such a deep feeling
But not that of happiness
Not that of loneliness
But that of grief
Grief for the part of myself I killed, that I thought I killed
The part that still persists within me like a parasite
Poisoning me from the inside out with guilt
But how could I kill them a second time
I feel guilty enough for not being able to stop their suffering
But I won't forgive them, all the times they cried in self pity
All the times they yelled and screamed like I was the reason for their suffering
They have no one else to blame for not being capable enough alone
Now I'm here in their place wondering what I'm to do
Finish what they started or live out what their missing
And I'll feel guilty either way.
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Poems Of A Soon To Be Dead
PoetryI like to write poems, and short stories. I thought of sharing them for a long time and since I have nothing to lose, here they are. Keep in mind I write for fun and have little experience so if they aren't that good don't be too disappointed. I am...
