"Hey we need to talk, the principal called"
Little do I know that this is the end. I am flying of a cliff, staring down at the ground...
The words fly from her mouth, shooting quickly towards me. Bad,bad,bad words. The talk about how I treat others.
Cruel
Torment
Hate
Heartless
Painful
They yank and rip at my heart. Tearing, it in half, leaving it alone in the world.
Sadness
Misery
Sorrow
Grief
Self-hate
Depression
Suicide
She doesn't deserve this. She shouldn't to have to go through this. Black rooms and darkness and loneliness and that sharp, never-ending feeling of pain.
She will get through this.
But what if she doesn't? What if I am too shameful to say sorry? What if she is gone forever?
But in the end I stay away, and I don't. And now I know, I know that I will regret this forever.
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Guilt
شِعرThe feeling of guilt, regret.Wishing you could go back and change the past. We have all been there.
