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❝𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞… 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐈’𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭.❞

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Guilt

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“I was there, invisible to the eye. And I did nothing. Do not make the same mistake as me.”

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Murder mystery

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I sat on the leather train seat, as he coughed and choked in front of me. His glasses perched sideways on his nose, hands grasping for his inhaler. It was just a small lie, to make him get off of the train or at least move to another seat. I didn’t think it would escalate like this. But what was the point in helping him? He was going to suffer many a time in the future, I was really doing him a favour. Who knew someone could get so worked up about a worm?

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Regret

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Dying people perspective from a doctor

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bite of ‘83

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I’ll never forgive myself
No not ever
Even when they recovered
And told me that they didn’t hold a grudge
I still didn’t forgive my self
So here I sit
Writing a poem
Instead of getting forgiveness

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Don’t forget about me

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I was there, watching the lies unfold before my eyes as if the truth was forbidden. Placing his hand upon her shoulder, those watching from afar with the inability to fathom his great deceit. His eyes empty as she gazes, full of breathtaking love. But I was there… And I didn’t do anything. I’ll never be able to forgive myself for that.

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I was there and I didn’t do anything. I’ll never forgive myself for that. I burnt the the…….cookies

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Crime witness

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“I was there.. and I didn’t do anything. I’ll never forgive myself for that.” Why is it that doing nothing consumes one with guilt so much? I suppose if I had at least done something, the guilt would not be so grave. I’d have the comfort of lies to console me. I would wrap them around me like a soft embrace,letting it do its job. Yes, I can imagine it now. The lies would say ` you did you’re best,’ or ` there isn’t anything else you could have done.’
But I did nothing. Those lies would just pierce me, puncturing my hurt, only to find that my heart is already wounded, broken by the guilt of what I’ve done. There was no ‘ you did your best’ there’s none of those delusions,  not a single one,not even lies can fill my head now., for my My head is full and my heart is empty.  Funny how nothing, really is something, something that can fill every twist and turn of your mind. A constant something, not nothing, that waits patiently in the corners of your mind to greet you with a bitter sweet hug, to tight to breathe, swallowing you whole with guilt. I did nothing, and I will never forgive myself, but the emptiness that that nothing has left behind is something, and it hurts.