The Guilt

The guilt or maybe the shame or maybe the pressure of you telling me I can tell you anything, is eating me alive. My heart hasn't slowed down and i have yet to stop smoking....The words of how I feel just swim in my mind as random quotes and I can't get them to stop. Why won't they stop?? I can't tell you but I want to I want to I want to. I'm sorry I ruined your life. I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I'm sorry we aren't friends. I'm sorry. I AM sorry....I'm not good at keeping things in, I'm being plagued, haunted daunted lost. I am hiding something.
protori protori
18-21, F
4 Responses Jul 22, 2010

I reckon you are a bank robber.

if you ever need to vent <br />
i am here for you. huggss do you feel better ?

i did :)

get it off your chest!