Written by Emily Harstone | February 6, 2018
The wreckage of the past, forgotten.
They said the hallucinations would end.
That landing could have been worse.
I survived. Now I live. Guilty.
When I woke, I was alone.
I survived, wish I didn’t.
I can’t believe I made it.
Stand atop the wreck I created.
The painful companion of death, Guilt!
The painful companion of death, Guilt.
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The wreckage of the past, forgotten.
They said the hallucinations would end.
That landing could have been worse.
I survived. Now I live. Guilty.
When I woke, I was alone.
I survived, wish I didn’t.
I can’t believe I made it.
Stand atop the wreck I created.
The painful companion of death, Guilt!
The painful companion of death, Guilt.