I hope you enjoy.
In my head.
There is guilt.
I'm full of dread.
On this sadness I built.
Broken hearts.
Tortured minds.
Wrong starts.
Worst finds.
Guilt.
A piece of a broken love.
In this corrupted soul I built.
I built a sword and killed a dove.
I dove.
I dove into the guilt.
I fought and hid in a cove.
A cove with the shame I built.
I'm not the same.
I'm not the like the little girls.
I'm just a shame.
A smiling shame that swirls.
Anger and guilt.
In my mind.
Leaving me in this place I built.
No one was kind.
They kicked and pushed.
Trying to make me cry.
I was always shushed.
I always look to the sky.
Trying to be free.
Free from my guilt.
I want to feel glee.
In this paradise I built.
I stayed here for years.
Shame on the inside of me.
A smile outside but inside are tears.
They won't leave me be.
They placed guilt in my head.
They placed shame on my core.
They make me want to be dead.
They place harm on me even more.
In the rainy night.
I stay up with guilt.
They say I wasn't right.
I always stay in my mind I built.
Free from hate.
Joy in my core.
They chose my fate.
Now I dream of a bloody shore.
The blood being mine.
My guilt always hides.
I say I'm fine.
But I'm always punched in the sides.
Guilt.
A piece of a broken love.
In this corrupted soul I built.
I built a sword and killed a dove.
Guilt eats through my many lives.
They think I lie.
I always hope to be stabbed by knives.
Just so I can die.
In my head.
There is guilt.
I'm full of dread.
On this sadness I built.
They won't.
They won my mind.
They don't.
As I'm too far to find.
It ain't true.
But it is got.
Stop feeling blue.
I already have my head in a knot.
It is peace that I miss the most.
But it is is broken.
Guilt uses me like a host.
A host that will never be woken.
They control every thought.
They use every word.
I have fought.
But they stab me with hate's sword.
A broken girl.
Darkness with only one light.
In that light she does a twirl.
Her smile so bright.
A girl who's guilt ridden.
Tears and cries.
In her mind she is hidden.
She looks to the sky.
A fallen city crumbles.
Just like this girl.
A creak mumbles.
The world starts to swirl.
A girl hang.
No one will care.
The girl sang.
Sang a tune to share.
A tune of hate.
A tune of shame.
She had her fate.
They never even got a name.
The nameless girl.
The guilt filled child.
She starts to twirl.
She sings something mild.
A simple humming sound.
A simple twirling groove.
A groove with no sound.
A disgrace they decided to move.
