Guilt: Part 2

My lonely days I face alone

All by myself I'm on my own

Confined in the confines of my head

sometimes I think I'm better dead

He picks apart my skin at night

I've given up, no will to fight

When morning comes he goes to sleep

gone from view and burrowed deep

Moving quickly from behind

he tears apart my weakened mind

I cannot face him anymore

My miserable life I do deplore

The years pass by, and he's still here

whispering evil words into my ear

wondering if I could survive

as my guilt eats me alive