What Is Done Poem by felicia Bordeau

What is done is done and do i yea kinda
cause all i wana do is hide it
but yet i am proud of it
yet i am ashamed
i no its wrong but i really don't care
yes its dangorus but why should i care
because you don't i have asked for help but no
instead you through it back in my face and
you have no idea on what my teptation really is
do as u please and if i die will
you finly feel my pain or just keep walking bye?