Every morning when I wake up
Every morning when I wake up, I remember what I did, and for the rest of the day I’m consumed with regret and guilt and sorrow whenever I’m alone. When I’m not alone I play the game of life: I carry out my duties and offer love and cheer to those whose paths I cross. But my heart and my soul are irreparably damaged - broken beyond repair or proper functioning - and I know that nothing I do now can ever fix what I did then. There isn’t enough time in eternity for me to atone or properly grieve for what I’ve done.