GUILT TARRIES

Now I'm back to a place I knew never to revisit It's located in tears and painted in poor self judgment. No,I didn't pay the rent,I was bundled here. For breakfast I would have tears,lunch can decide its fate,dinner is same as breakfast. It's my heart hurting but my thumb never stop the tingling sensation. When I talk of this pain,I really wish it was physical but that's a luxury I don't deserve. Do I scale?,Do I escape? That's the question my soul pleads answers to. When does this happen.