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Creators Guilt
I cannot recall the way the air tasted that day,
A suffocating reality that twists through my veins.
I cannot recall the way it smelled,
So long ago the night looks almost like day.
I’m supposed to remember.
To sit in my shame and guilt.
But I cannot remember,
I cannot recall.
I’m supposed to hurt,
That’s how I know it meant something;
But I can only tip my head back,
And swallow.
Forgive me;
I cannot be sorry.
Alone again, at least until the fall,
A farewell blurred by the rushing wind.
I’m sorry;
At least I should be.
What monster has taken over my mind?
I deserve to be hurt.
Why can’t I recall the wounds,
yet I can feel the scars?
My words are worthless;
Perhaps I am too.
I cannot recall how I made it hurt,
I just know it won’t stop.
I’m sorry.
To be sorry.
To be true.
To hurt.
To be hurt.
To be alone.
I’m sorry.
I’m sorry.
I’m sorry.
I tried to be.
A suffocating reality that twists through my veins.
I cannot recall the way it smelled,
So long ago the night looks almost like day.
I’m supposed to remember.
To sit in my shame and guilt.
But I cannot remember,
I cannot recall.
I’m supposed to hurt,
That’s how I know it meant something;
But I can only tip my head back,
And swallow.
Forgive me;
I cannot be sorry.
Alone again, at least until the fall,
A farewell blurred by the rushing wind.
I’m sorry;
At least I should be.
What monster has taken over my mind?
I deserve to be hurt.
Why can’t I recall the wounds,
yet I can feel the scars?
My words are worthless;
Perhaps I am too.
I cannot recall how I made it hurt,
I just know it won’t stop.
I’m sorry.
To be sorry.
To be true.
To hurt.
To be hurt.
To be alone.
I’m sorry.
I’m sorry.
I’m sorry.
I tried to be.
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