Guilt
I drag the blade,
the red liquid flowing down.
It feels nice,
but only in the moment.
I hide the knife, pull my sleeve down,
covering what I did.
“Why do I feel guilty?”
I wanted this.
I wanted to feel good.
“But what will others think?”
No one cares,
they never will.
“But what about them?”
..They will hurt..
They will ask why..
“So do you regret it?”
Yes..
I feel guilt,
because I hurt them when I hurt myself.
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