The Death Poems: Collection 3

Guilt

I cannot take this anymore 

With all these people haunting me

There's too many surprises left in store

That aren't to make me happy

All the people that I've hurt

Are coming to get me

To them I had been curt

And now they're coming to get me

I should have been better

I should have been nice

But I filled them with fear

And I was cold as ice

I'm filled to the brim with guilt

For what I have done

My world has been given a tilt

And there's no hint of fun

So I can't take this anymore

With all these things haunting me

Happiness is not in store

And this guilt has become deathly