It’s an empty space that’s eating me slowly and deeply.
I can’t sleep, I can’t think, I can’t eat.
I thought it was going to be easy,
I thought everything was going to be different.
I got one part right though.
Everything is different now.
I never thought I would be capable of doing such a thing.
It was only 3 weeks.
It wasn’t enough to be someone.
But I still remember looking at it
In the toilet.
Regret isn’t the word.
Guilt is the little bird,
That keeps flying around me,
Whistling in my ear,
Whispering my mistakes
And laughing at my failures.
I could only imagine what he is thinking of me,
Disappointment would be an understatement.
I don’t deserve his forgiveness,
But I’d like his understanding.
Because for once,
I did this for me,
No one else.
Just.
Me.
Poetry
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The end of your poem is really great. I love how the lines get shorter and shorter until the end.