It’s an empty guilt,

one that holds only a meaning to one of the two.

The feeling both should hold,

yet only one comes out hurting all the time.

An empty guilt of one wrong doing,

but it really means nothing to them.

The shattering feeling of hurting them,

when they really don’t have a care.

It’s the pain that one endures to keep the other interested,

the pain to please,

the endurance to go out of the way to share the care.

The tears shed to keep them from running off,

even though they were never really there.

It’s an empty guilt because it’s one-sided.

It’s torture,

it’s guilt,

it’s mentally exhausting,

it’s so damn painful,

it’s so much guilt that it’s eating you alive.

A word to another person and they are consumed in it,

flooded in the feeling of hurt for the other,

but that person doesn’t care,

they never will,

and that’s the sad part.

They consume your life,

but you mean nothing to them,

absolutely nothing.

So that empty guilt,

that feeling of hurt,

you don’t deserve it,

they do.