Guilty

One of my deeper poems

The guilt overwhelms me
Lacerating my flesh like a knife
Yet no marks are visible 
How do I explain my strife?

I know it's only my fault
and im the one whose to blame
But cant you see you contributed 
To my constant revulsion and shame

Opening the stitches
Infecting my blood
Laying waste to my heart 
Opening the flood

You see, I know im too blame
But you helped me along
Picket at my seams
Until i couldn't go on 

So go ahead and blame me for all I have done
But remember this one thing. You held the gun.