ME: My Regret.
By: CAG

When I was younger I was the one that people confided in, talked to or simply wanted to be near for safety or as anchor in the chaos that is society. Then there was the other reasons. Ones that even bring me to shudder from my own actions. At the time it was of a brain cataclysm. For those numbers are to many to count. Sadly when I think back, I weep for those that suffered form my actions. But for those that realized that all I did was become that which I swore I would never become. Then as if in a moment of sheer violence and pain, joy, an ecstasy. I did something that still haunts me to this day. But then there she was, as if in a flash of beauty she saved me. She brought me up and no matter what against my actions there she was and is still there today. And now I look at her and only see a mask, a shell, that was once beautiful, but when I look deeper all I see is a tormented person that saved me. I have been called many things, I have done many things but none of which match what I did nor can I ever take back what I did to her by accident it may have been, even now that I have seen the damage that still marks her arm. I don’t even remember that day well. I remember the Ambulance, the smoke, the fire, and the screams. God I will never forget the screams. No matter what I do to forget, to put it behind me, It always comes back, its like a fly flea no matter what you do to get rid of it just comes back.
If you are reading this _-_-_-_-_-_ .
I’m sorry and If you can forgive me. Let me know.


Whether or not you remember me is not the important. What is important is that you learn from my mistakes and you work to prevent the repeat of them.