I’m tired

I feel guilty for feeling guilty, I feel guilty for feeling, I feel guilty for existing. I hope, some day this guilt will stop hurting me. I hope one day, I’ll wake up and understand how to live without it feeling like I’m on autopilot. I pray one day you’ll understand, I didn’t want to argue. I just knew I wasn’t doing anything right, I wish the world knew that I loathe my every breath. I reckon one day the time will come, and I’ll be lowered into the ground. I won’t feel guilt anymore, I won’t be hurting anyone else, I won’t make anymore mistakes. I’ll be loved by Mother Earth. I’ll be loved even with every flaw on me, the ground beneath me will accept me.