The Letter K

Have you ever made a mistake? Did that mistake cost someone their life?

Words aren't enough to explain what I want to say, and I've forced myself to be mute.

My soul is buried beneath the ground, and my mind is destroying itself--a slow death.

I feel like I'm drowning in my pool of regrets; the anguish and torture is a nightmare to the remains of my heart.

My skin is cold and my heart beat is slowing down; I feel dead, but yet I'm breathing.
I want someone to put an end to this misery, the guilt of it all is constantly eating my insides--it's driving me insane.

I wish I could take it back, all of it.

But, the leттer was already sent.

Now everything is gone.