Okay, I know this poem is screwed up, so bare with me here. If you have any
improvements or suggestions, PLEASE post them so I can make changes!
Thanks!!

My intentions were good
But my choices were poor
I've already already done this
Twice before.

I trusted my decision
Thinking it wouldn't happen once more
But now I find myself
In front of the blood red door.

The door of which I speak has no handle
It opens on its own
And takes me back to memories
As bad as a broken bone.

But the difference between a broken bone
And the way that I feel
Is a broken bone will heal in time
But guilt eats me inside having constant meals.

I regret the things I did before
Pondering the result
I think I've finally realized
That this pain was all my fault.

It all keeps flashing back to me
I can't seem to let it go
I keep getting myself into this
I'm as gullable as a doe.

I've been proven guilty
By my judge in my own court
They decide my punishments
And file them as reports.

Perhaps the jail where I do my time
Is behind the door of which I dread
So I don't pay for my consequences physically
But emotionally instead.
 
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