My guilt

I lived in misery for thirty years.

Every damn day I burst into tears.

I was angry when my sister was born so I prayed for her to die.

One week later she passed away, it was the only time I saw my dad cry.



I blamed myself day after day when she died.

I couldn't forgive myself no matter how hard I tried.

But after going to therapy, my guilt has come to a halt.

My therapist has assured me that my sister's death wasn't my fault.



The pain and guilt I endured was too much for me to bear.

I should've known that God would not answer such a prayer.

My life is so much better now that my guilt and pain are gone.

I'm at peace and now my life can finally go on.

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This is a fictional poem

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