guilt

You’re too scared and ashamed to speak the truth. The words get as far as a sidestep in your mind before you drink them away. You think you’ll break me with the same tongue with which you spoke false deliverance. Your silence was never a comfort; why would it be now?
The true disservice is the lack of faith. In me. In yourself. In the inscrutable plans of the universe.
You said the sky would rain knives before anything turned out right, but the only cuts I got were from you. Yet here I am; hands outstretched and heart shielded. I am your friend. Not a victim of your humanity, nor a toy boxed away. Let me go. Face yourself. Clean your fucking room.