sing to me.

jug full of remorse and a plateful of pride.

which one would i be able to concede to?
i wish i could wake up one day and eat it all.

i deserve nothing.

i am always guilty after i have done it.
it's not that i do it and do it happily.
it worries me, the guilt.
then i wake up and i feel better, but still guilty.
i do have a conscience.
but it's a problem i have to. must strive to overcome it.
i am supposed to be better than that.

now i am hungry.
but i will touch nothing on the table.