Guilt and shame, a mixture I'd never wish to experience. Yet as the night announces its presence, as I sit in silence, in solitude, thinking of the unwanted, I do. It crashes upon me, weighing tons more than I can handle.
Guilt and shame, I try to run from. Yet as each day goes by, I am reminded repeatedly of what I have done. Of the pain I caused and the pain I feel. Of the shadows of my past that will forever haunt me.
I am swallowed by darkness, as I attempt to repent. Myself isn't forgiving, it is in rage.
It is angry that it is the cause of its unhappiness. It is angry for being stupid. It is angry for being weak.
I have yet much to experience, yet still am unable of forgiving myself. I have started again, yet still am unable of letting go of the past.
Ghosts of my misdeeds still follow me around, appearing at times I least expect. Punishing me yet again, for things I wish I've never done.
Guilt and shame, I no longer want to feel. Yet as the night comes along, every other feeling is all but real.
HS.
Guilt and shame, I try to run from. Yet as each day goes by, I am reminded repeatedly of what I have done. Of the pain I caused and the pain I feel. Of the shadows of my past that will forever haunt me.
I am swallowed by darkness, as I attempt to repent. Myself isn't forgiving, it is in rage.
It is angry that it is the cause of its unhappiness. It is angry for being stupid. It is angry for being weak.
I have yet much to experience, yet still am unable of forgiving myself. I have started again, yet still am unable of letting go of the past.
Ghosts of my misdeeds still follow me around, appearing at times I least expect. Punishing me yet again, for things I wish I've never done.
Guilt and shame, I no longer want to feel. Yet as the night comes along, every other feeling is all but real.
HS.
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