Sincerity
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I can't begin to describe the feeling of causing your life to run out.
Words can't express the guilt I feel for taking your life.

But I'll try my best to forget.
I'll attempt to move on from this tragedy, but it will always weigh on me.

But every time I've tried to fix what I wronged, I know I put myself in hell.
Each time I attempt to make amends, the guilt consumes me even more.

This is where I belong.
Punishing myself is the only way to make up for what I've done.

I can't shake the thought of your blood.
The image of your blood stains my memory and fills me with regret.

It haunts my thoughts to no end.
I can't escape the torment that your death brings.

I tied the rope around your neck like a noose made of apathy.
My indifference to your life led me to cause your death.

What's the use in finding tomorrow if you don't get a second chance?
What's the point in moving forward if you can't make things right?

I find comfort in blaming myself for this.
Taking responsibility is my way of coping with the harm I've caused.

I feel you closer now.
The burden of your loss makes me feel as though you're still with me.

I just wish that you could feel something.
I wish you were still alive and able to experience life's joys and sorrows.

Am I as wicked as they come?
I question my morality and wonder if my actions make me irredeemable.

My unfilled void came at your cost.
My personal emptiness caused me to make a fatal mistake, costing you your life.

That's just the price that you pay.
Sadly, your life was the cost of my mistake.

Cut me up, let me feel his pain.
I deserve to suffer just as you did, and feel the pain of my actions.

Are my words reaching your ears?
I hope that somehow, my apologies and regret can reach you beyond the grave.

I need you to know I'll take this to the grave.
I will always carry the weight of my mistake, and take it with me to my own death.

The three bullets that entered your chest were meant for me, and I pulled the trigger.
I intended to harm myself, but instead, those bullets caused your death.

This can't be.
I struggle to come to terms with the reality of what I've done.

I've let go of ever feeling okay.
I know I can never find peace or happiness after what I've done.

I only hope that you can forgive me.
I pray that you can find it in your heart to forgive me for the unforgivable.

Because in the end, my apology is as sincere as me damning myself.
My remorse is genuine, and I know that nothing can ever make up for my mistake.

I carry the heaviest of hearts.
The weight of my guilt is crushing and never-ending.

My chest is filled with lead just as yours was.
My sorrow and guilt is just as heavy as the bullets that took your life.