Meaningless Guilt

I remember how good it felt to die.

Even more so, coming back to life.

The guilt means nothing as I watch the tears they cry,

Because for those few moments I don't have to fight.

It was so much more peaceful, serene,

And if there's one thing that I believe,

It's that I won't survive the night.


Jarred Shah



This poem is about: 
My family


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