I feel guilty
I have no right to feel like this
I have no real reason to
write poems like this
I don't know when I started to
enjoy being alone more than with company
Nothing happened
Nothing changed,
Except me.

You want me to HATE you?
        To yell, cuss and scream?
How could I do that to you?
             I'm living a nightmare,
      and you're my dream...

You want me to call you names?
    Say you're an *******, idiot, and worthless?
          How could I do that to you?  
    You're my only star,
           when I'm feeling hopeless

You want me to give you,
         What you think you deserve?
   Say you hurt me by being evasive, cowardly and untrue?
        How could I do that to you?
    I don't lie to or hurt the people I love...
          And you simply mean too much

       You want me to tell you a secret?
    Tell you how I'm hurt, crying and ashamed?
         How could I? It's not really true.
     You're stuck in my heart for good
And I've already forgiven you.

Bullet flies
Murdered victim
Blood splatters
Guilty verdict
Injected killer

"Those kids are a bad influence on you,
They'll only drag you down."
That may be true,
But I don't have much of an option in this town.

"You're getting a bad rep: people are saying you're a *****,
You stay with those kids you're gonna burn in hell."
What makes you so sure?
Do you have my life put together better than I do in a perfect little nut shell?

Why must you be so quick to judge,
My friends, and me guilty by association,
When we are only but a nudge,
Away from self annihilation.

The facts are the facts,
And the truth is the truth,
But the fact is I can give then something they lack,
Love and hope without the ruth...
Less...ness...

**** it. Yall will never understand.
Consider me guilty by association.

It was an accident,
I didn't do it.
Authorities coming,
located in closet.

I don't remember,
What just happened?
Knife it my hand,
You must be mistaken.

Everything was fine,
I went insane.
Four victims in total,
put out of their pain.

Blood on the ceiling,
blood on the walls.
Twenty eight slashes,
banished their souls.

A father, a mother
and two other kin.
I took them away
and committed a sin.

I was found guilty,
sentenced to die.
Finding no reason,
I'm about to cry.

My kills were my high,
I felt no remorse.
Life is a mystery,
it's has taken its course.

The day has come,
I sit in the chair.
It is over for me,
I no longer care.

I paid my debt,
for my heinous crime.
Please flip the switch,
so I can fry.

Conflicted
Alone
Shattered
No home
Buried
Under all my own
Guilt
Screaming
Inside
Living
A lie
Crushed
Under the very walls
I built

I searched beneath
The blood-splinter moon
For the man
Who knows my name
But I found him not
In the world about me

Look in

To the desperate broken corners
Of the soul

Look in

To the fears and demons caged
Or are they?

Look in

To the hidden regrets
The repressed memories
The guilty pleasures not forgotten

Look in

And when you find the man who
Sees this all
And still will know your name

There is only one