I’m laying under the stars, sobbing as I think to myself, “I hate myself.” I feel numb. Deep thoughts I can’t escape, I'm guilty. 

     My heads spins, my heart throbs, my hands tremble. “,” i think to myself, “why didn’t I stop it.” 

The field I’m in is empty, just how it was that same day. I sob harder in the palms of my hands, “why wasn’t it me..”