Realization

After 1 of 3 talks
with my friend, LSD,
I've come to realize
that the blame is on me.

The guilt on my shoulders
is far too heavy
for the strongest of men
to lift off of me.

It used to be God
I put the blame on.
Then after Him
it was my mom.

Soon after, I realized,
that it was my fault.
I was the one who
called my own shots.

I had enough time
to tell him goodbye.
To say that I loved him,
to hold him and cry.

But I was too weak
for that type of pain.
Now the guilt and my sorrow
fall like tears, and the rain.