I did this to them,
The sickening feeling,
Dread when I don't answer the phone.
Constantly waiting, wondering,
Is she still alive?
Is it already too late?
Guilt courses through our veins.
I did this to them.
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Fading Out (poems about life)
PoetryA collection of poems about heartbreak, trauma, survival and recovery. Trigger warning to sensitive readers 🖤
I Did This
I did this to them,
The sickening feeling,
Dread when I don't answer the phone.
Constantly waiting, wondering,
Is she still alive?
Is it already too late?
Guilt courses through our veins.
I did this to them.