… your name what’s your name? i can’t seem to remember your name your name your name your name name name name name who are you again? i can’t remember your face what did you look like? i can’t seem to remember did you have brown eyes? or green? maybe blue? hazel or or or you can’t forget this it’s your fault she died she died it was your fault, and now Y O U ‘ V E F O R G O T T E N ? come back where has your name gone in my swirling sea of thoughts? your name your name your name your name name name name name my dear my darling my friend the guilt oh, oh the guilt it hurts and hurts, it twists and stabs, it aches and aches and stabs and twists and digs deeper into my chest there’s nothing left of me except for my guilt, my guilt guilt guilt guilt G U I L T i’m sorry forgive me i beg of you [end]
audio: the library by Jack Stauber uh the poem thingy is kinda long so … it says [end] at the end of it so yea idk it’s 2am n like my mind won’t stop giving me reasons to be guilty for her uh possible demise ??? idk then i realized i genuinely don’t remember her name so y u p
