Guilt

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I wouldn't do it, even if I could. Part of that is the SERIOUS amounts of guilt that just seem to bubble up anytime I do something that could ruffle feathers. I don't do or say things because I fear seeming stupid, because I don't like to hurt others, because I don't like opening myself up to the possibility of being hurt. I can't seem to keep myself safe though... my subconscious does it for me sometimes, but othertimes I cannot block fast enough and it feels as though my lungs have been taken and all that there is is me, gasping for air. Maybe a better analogy... being trapped in an immensely strong bubble that allows no air in and I am slowly using up what I had. I can look around me and see air, see others, but no one stops to help me break the bubble and no air gets to me.

I feel guilty for hurting people when I imagine the hurting. I feel guilty for things I did years ago.

Thats what I want to change, what I want to get rid of, why I want to borrow some people's minds... You can have my guilt. You can have my pain. I just want to be without ANYTHING for awhile.

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