Looking back
I now realize
When i was hurting
I hurt others..
I try to tell myself
I didn't mean to
But i did..
At the time i wanted them to hurt
It was like
some kind of justice
Cruel and stupid
I regret it all now.
Im sorry to those i hurt
I very truly am
Please don't forgive me
I'm not the person you think i am.
I'll end up hurting you again
It's something i can't change
I'd rather you hate me
Then let me do this..Again.
12-19-09
It's good to reveal the truth of your feelings - up to a point. But don't make the mistake of becoming stuck in self-flagellation. Allow yourself to be forgiven and learn from your past mistakes and you might be surprised by what happens. You have expressed your regret simply and poetically. Perhaps the very act of sharing your faults publicly will begin your transformation and infinite possibilities for further poems. Good luck. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
sometimes in the hurting spree you may not be able to distinguish the persons who deserve it. chances are there that you might hurt the wrong person too. so be careful dear poetess.
What is hurt not best expressed when you need to know your soul is kept on motion sweeping east and west. Music to my ears if you pretend too depth you have no rest, you move on where is quiet crept, pull out the book, what are you death, you could not hurt that someone else expressed. If beauty you think it is you maybe as closely kept to wherever it is never the last breath
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The remorse and self infliction imbued with self pity is evident in the poem and somewhere the poet is seeking purification by inviting hate...well written.