Slight Intervention

I don't think I need this kind of shit right now.
Every fiber of my soul creeps up to me,
haunting me,
telling me what I've done wrong,
and then there was,
the feeling that I've (once again) wrecked another soul,
diffusing ever so painfully and slowly towards the bottom,
of my heart,
where it hurts most.

I never intended this to happen.
What happened?
What did I do wrong this time?

Every time I look into those words,
that change ever so much,
yet lie along the same lines,
I felt this really irritating feeling beneath my left shoulder.

Why do stupid things like these,
always,
ALWAYS,
have to come up at the absolute wrong moments?

If only,
I could stop trying to save them,
and not myself,
if only,
I could stop feeling bad,
for something that,
I really did not do wrong.

Why?
Why do I still feel that tinge of,
i don't even know the right word for it this time.

It does not make sense anymore.