I Have A Theory That

Guilt [is] A Tool, Rather Than A Weapon Against The Self.

I Am Fed Up. I Am Fed Up With Tears And Weakness. But There Isn't Much I Can Do To Stop Them.

Let The Guilt Teach You How To Behave Next Time.

Four Grabs A Bar With Each Hand And Pulls Himself Up, Easy, Like He's Sitting Up In Bed. But He Is Not Comfortable Or Natural Here--- Every Muscle In His Arm Stands Out. It Is A Stupid Thing For Me To Think When I Am One Hundred Feet Off The Ground.

That Is Death - Shifting From "is" To "was.