Guilty

The guilt of surviving had me screaming; it should’ve been me as I watched you fade away.

You were the one they needed the most, not me

I didn’t possess the strength you had or the attitude to keep pushing forward no matter the obstacles.

You were the fighter and the encourager.

Why did you give up so easily?

Were we not worth fighting for?

I wanted to swap places with you, believing things would be better if I took your place, but I know it wasn’t my call to answer, and my work here wasn’t done, no matter how badly I wanted to run.

Your time was up, and I must accept it.

There is no return for you, so I don’t know why this feeling of guilt has me so bewildered.

 

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