I have done something wrong, something really fucking bad. I've done something I know, will make lots of people sad. I've done something terrible, something really fucking awful. To be forgiven of the shit I've done, is pretty doubtful. I didn't think about the consequences, I didn't think of who I would hurt. Instead I only thought of myself, and treated others like dirt. I can't tell anyone my secret, what the hell should I do? If you fucking did what I did, you wouldn't tell either, would you? But keeping this shit inside, is ripping me apart. How could I have done this shit, don't I have a fucking heart? Maybe I should just tell someone, get this secret off my chest. But maybe I should try to forget about it, and let the ghosts in my life rest. If I can't forgive myself, then I know others wont forgive me. This fucking shit I've done, is too awful for anyone to show pity. I have to keep this secret, locked away forever in my mind. Take it to my grave, so this secret no one will ever find.Birth sign: Pisces
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