Sometimes, I've found, guilt can be the worst type of wound possible; it takes someone who is willing to move on from the past to heal that wound.
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My family says not to be hard on myself.
"But what if I deserve it?" I say.
When I've let myself down, I simply just frown
Shrug, and move on, onto the next day.
Except sometimes it is not that simple;
It is not always myself that I've failed.
For to let down a friend is a wound hard to mend
And to guilt, like Him to His cross I am nailed.
For what reason can we not simply talk
With the words we wish we could speak?
It comes to no end save to stay as a friend,
A friend of the person who knows you are weak.
And so, with this game, trust is broken
For such a thing can shatter so fast
And after it all, all you've done is stall
The end of a friendship that was not meant to last.
In the end I've let down those I care about.
What was it? "Trust me," I said...
Oh, my big head... now my hopes are all dead...
But no. Not me. I'm still living today!
I will not waste away God's glorious day!
So I failed, let them down, so what if I'm sad...
I could wish for no better life than I've had.