The guilt devours,
Like a ravenous beast,
Parting the bones of apathy,
To get to the hurt inside.
It reaches for the empathy,
The attention he's never deserved.
For I must fix what's broken,
I must bring joy in the face of my misery,
To those who should be caring about me,
To those who are hurting me.
Love your enemies and do good to them,
Takes on a new meaning when the one you loved,
Is holding the sword,
Shattering your soul
Piece
By
Piece
What if it's me?
They stab deeper as the thought echos louder.
What if it's my fault?
Everything bad,
Always falling on my shoulders.
How much longer can I hold,
Before I start to fall?
The words echoing
Echoing
Echoing
It's all
My
Fault