I would ask for help

But weakness is taboo

Left for the dogs to devour

In the dark alleys of fear

Cripling guilt

Whistling in my ear

"I know what you did"

Leaving me to run from it

I would admit to my pain

But shame is taboo

Left for the left behind

On the island of self-pity

Inundating questions

Asking me at night

"What are you gonna say?"

Baiting me to answer them

I would admit that I'm sorry

But regret is taboo

Left for forgotten memories

In the abyss of regret

Keeping me from sleeping

Whispering in my ear

"This is what you get"