guilt

[m10878]

i killed another piece of me
cause i thought it would help

everything ends
and its always my fault
you always saw me
for what i wanted you to see
i never showed you
what you needed to see

now im crucified in my guilt
and im down on my knees
all this blood on my hands
will never fade away
i lost everything i loved
and i feel it everyday

ill pass the day
with a poem
that iv written in blood
because the ink wont hold
whats written into stone