GOD'S CONSCIENCE part 1

Justin shot himself...
 
He's been gone for 7 years.
 
While flipping through the pages of his writings,
 
I found one about me.
 
While he was living,
 
We shared our poems,and talked to each other about God.
 
I knew of his troubles so I was there when he needed me,
 
or so I thought.
 
One line he wrote,on a full piece of wrinkled paper,
 
simultaneously pierces my conscience,my heart,and my soul,
 
every time it crosses.
 
"Jasper is the only one who understands me"...
 
Now All that I can do is shiver in front of a gravestone,
 
repeating through hopelessness..
 
"I'm sorry"
 
"I'm sorry"
 
"I'm sorry"  
 
Though living words pass through ghosts,
 
like breath in summer wind.