I feel guilty

It's pneumonia now.

The reapers calling card.

I feel guilty.

I feel guilty when I walk across the room when my mother can't even get out of bed.
I feel guilty when I can breathe when she can barely get a word out.
I feel guilty when I have a drink and she can't.
I feel guilty when I eat a meal when she can't.
I feel guilty because I don't have any way to save her.

I feel guilty because:

I.
CAN.
DO.
NOTHING!!!

NOT A FRICKIN THING.

I even feel guilty that I'm writing this.

I feel guilty because I am alive and by the weekend she may not be.