It would be called guilt, If I was nice enough

I've given him 11 months
and saturdays and sundays,
some school days and lunchtimes,
so many of my workbreaks.

I've walked with him
and slept with him
cried next to him.

Then I worked with him
and walked with him
and went with him
then fell with him.

I gave him nothing at all
I gave him too much, It's disgusting.