Guilt from the actions of an older version of me,
eats inside me like bacterial memories.
How can I let it go when I'm still back there.
In that past, in my head, always watching.
Who was he, that version of me.
Why is he doing those things, saying that.
He looks like me but I don't know him.
I wish I could be him, back then, to stop him.
Stop him hurting himself and everyone around him.
But I can't, I can only watch and suffer for his deeds
I wish I could bury him.
I hope he doesn't bury me.