Guilt:

It won't leave,It won't leave. It staid on my body just like blood stains on a carpet. I watch grow bigger whit much sorrow and great pain. whispers in the trees are going to commit treason. They're going to say that I'm the one. I got to run far away from here. Because I can't take it anymore. I'm going to break. Break apart from this world. 

From yours.

An Anonymous Poet