Guilty

But you still linger in here, and it just hurts so bad.
I wonder whether I will ever be the same again.
I wish it had never happened to me or anyone in this planet.
Deep in here I want you to vanish.
Deeper than that lays the desire of your presence and touch.
The feeling I could never sense as a whole.
It is all my fault. My bad. Mea culpa.