French fries and guilt

It's an average Saturday morning,

I'm having fries for breakfast

I think I need this break once in a week at least, okay?

I have tears in my eyes this morning though, 

unlike any other day, 

She says this break is okay too

I heard knocking from my top bunk bed last night

It was something extremely ugly

I could see it in between the rail

It was staring right at me

My reflex was to scream at once

With those questioning eyes it stopped me, but

I could tell that she was worried

Something has bothered her a little too much

So I kept laying there,

Still and untouched

I could feel the fear in her eyes too

There was something she wanted to convey to me

"I am the guilt", she opened up finally

I could see her dark soul through her throat

She was all bones from the inside and out

I could tell that she had been deprived

I opened my mouth to say that its alright, come next to me, you can sleep here tonight

Though as it was it shocked me to my core

The words I spoke were coming out of her throat

She spoke as I spoke to her

Same words, 

Same voice, 

So I looked close, and I wasn't surprised anymore, 

It made sense now, 

She was even wearing the same clothes

I don't blame myself, 

I swear to god, I don't

If anything I should've given myself a little more love

But the deed is done now, 

The sheets are bloody

The wrists have been emptied now

So lets just sit together,

And instead of whining about the past

Lets look at future

Plan our shit

And finish our fries