Guilt.

It eats me from the inside out. Sometimes I can feel it munching away at my guts. Other times, it's dining on my chest, making it almost impossible to breathe. Guilt from all the horrible things I've done. For all the unspeakable things I am doing. And for all the inevitable disasters to come. Forgive me, I say. Please, just let it all be okay. But somehow, I never learn. I continue to walk across burning coals, convincing myself this time I wont burn the soles of my feet. But the pain always follows, leaving me unable to walk. Just a crumpled mess lying on the ground crying and asking myself, "Why?"