I swear I did the right thing,
But why do I feel so guilty?
Where were you when I had no shoulder to cry on
Or when I spent an hour sobbing on someone else shirt
And you were laughing across the hall
I was there when you were crying on your pillow
When your mom didn't care
And when you couldn't take it anymore
I stopped you from cutting but what about when I wanted to die?
This guilt I feel inside me,
It isn't meant for me
I did nothing wrong but I felt the bullet of the gun.
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Too Many Tears Not Enough Eyes
PoetryThese are things that I write because if I don't put them somewhere I won't be able to sleep. They're like poetry but not really. Hope you enjoy. The first is a little story and the others are most likely gonna be my "poems". Also please don't copy...