Drabbles (short poems) and Haiku

I feel sick.
I feel dirty. I feel guilty.
I feel hurt.
And above all I feel horrible for feeling like this.

Guilt, eating me up inside.
My fault, the child in me died.
I wont cry, for what Ive left behind.
An answer I wish I could find...

I wish I would die...
not kill myself, but die..
Im not suicidal, but I want to die!
This is all too much, please let me die!
Let me go, I want to die!
All hope is lost, can I die?
Then I breath, and I want to live!
I want to grow, I want to live.
I want to be happy, I want to live life!
I love life to much, so I want to live.
If I died, I couldnt live!
So its decided, I want to live!


You stupid mother fucker!
Couldnt just leave me alone?!
Was it just a game?

What is wrong with you?!
Why do I feel this damn way?!
What is wrong with me??

Sigh... This is my guilt!
My guilt, HIS guilty pleasure...
So damn disgusting!

                                                        "And she whispered, 'how can you do this to me?'"