Nails in my hand and in soul

Nails in my hands and my soul. How can you forgive yourself when you fail the one you love. Would you set yourself on fire because the pain is so intense  she was a shy soul I felt her when I saw her picture.  Would you commit a horrible crime so the police would shoot you down in the streets. The heart heals after a time. But what if you could never forget and you dragged yourself a cross glass each time. A wound that never heals. Who would place the first nail I would not fight my soul has many  nails.