Crying Alone

I'd just like to climb out of this skin and start over.

What I've done is extreme.

It cannot be undone.

Can it be forgiven?

Seeing the innocent and ignorant walking about.
Laughing. Loving. Living. Always a reminder of
lives cut short.

I was a part of that. Of the laughing, loving, living.
And then I was part of the cutting short.

Panic and tears come unexpectedly, readily.
What have I done to them?
What have they done to me?
Can you imagine?

T. (terrible)

very good words