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when the pain becomes to much Screaming that it is not my fault.
Yelling it for the world to hear.
I did not do it.
I did not make him go away.
My mind is like poison.
Telling me it is my fault.
I was the one who killed him.
Even though we were not even near each other.
YOU got into a car.
YOU did not put on your seat belt.
YOU flew out of the car.
and it was YOU who died in that accident.
With all of this, why do I still have these thoughts?
Why do I cry myself to sleep wondering what else I could have done.
If I drove faster to the hospital would they reverse that
"DEAD ON IMPACT"
stamp that they placed on your papers?
If I would have text you back would you have stayed at home?
But I keep yelling.
It wasn't my fault!
It was not my fault!
IT IS IN NO WAY MY FAULT!
The only thing is, I believe the lie.
It is all my fault.
