They tell me to forget about my past
To keep on reaching for my future
But how could I ?
When my past comes back to haunt me every single day
My name is..... Guilt
I've seen that you haven't heard of yet
And heard things that can never be said
I am the dead body you seen in front of your apartment building
Years and years ago
With blood gushing out of the gunshot wounds
As I try to scream for help
With the tears that I'm holding back
And the nightmare's
You had for a straight month in a row
I am a bad thing
because if I were good
There wouldn't be a thing called death
It would be only happiness
I can't change how I am
Can't change what you have seen
I am death
Death is guilt
And guilt is me
Now what do you think
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MY POETRY: MY POOR LIFE
Poetryhave a look into my life the bad the good the openess that i feel have a look into my life look into the scares that i have grown to understand the love that i love the worth i want to be have a look into my life
