Sat, 07/20/2013 - 03:18 -- rauchb2

Guilt is what is real.
Guilt is what I feel.
It's thriving in my brain.
Driving me insane.

It will not forgive me.
Why not can they see?
I wish for my punishment.
Something to ease my torment.

I truly am apologetic
and I don't mean to be so poetic.
But the mistake I made
I'm hoping will fade.

I honestly feel bad
because I know your quite mad.
I wish it wasn't real.
I don't know if I can deal.

Her forgiveness is like hope, always there.
But forgiving myself may be too much to bare.


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