Guilty
By Elizabeta
August 1, 1999
Sometimes I feel
like beating my head
against the wall
over and over and
over again
in an effort to distract me
from the guilt I feel
for letting you down
I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry
I'm so
sorry..
I can't say it enough
and I'm not being sarcastic
I'm taking a break from that job
so many letters
so many unanswered pleas
and I can't blame him or them or
the neighbors down the street
it's my own fault
and I know that -
and so does God, and all the angels in heaven
and the bank too
So what happens next?
I wish I could run up to you
throw my arms around you
and never let go
and everything would be fine
the way it was before
before ....
before ....
before everything was
really messed up
like it is now