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I think guilt might be killing me. Now you may ask yourselves: "What did I do to feel so?" - **** someone? No. Nothing so radical. In fact, nothing that might actually warrant this level of guilt. Misplaced guilt is like my personal ******* - an addiction that my brain can't get rid of, constantly calling to be fed. I latches on every small mistake Sinks its claws deep into the marrow of my bones and stews for a very long time - whilst my brain vainly strives towards perfection.
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Jun 21, 2018
Jun 21, 2018 at 4:11 AM UTC
Slow death by guilt
I think guilt might be killing me. Now you may ask yourselves: "What did I do to feel so?" - **** someone? No. Nothing so radical. In fact, nothing that might actually warrant this level of guilt. Misplaced guilt is like my personal ******* - an addiction that my brain can't get rid of, constantly calling to be fed. I latches on every small mistake Sinks its claws deep into the marrow of my bones and stews for a very long time - whilst my brain vainly strives towards perfection.
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Jun 21, 2018
Jun 21, 2018 at 4:11 AM UTC
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