I know the guilt just leads me right back to you.
The guilt like a metaphorical rope around my neck that I place and tie the knot.
You are the one that pushes the chair out from under me.
Always judging and never excepting, I can't stand the person that you need to be.
I wish all of me could hate you. I can't, you helped me in dark times.
I will always feel so guilty about what I did. Stuck hurting and remorseful form MY actions