I have done things
Seen things
Heard things
I have ruined lives, or so I believe
I wronged people when we were both too young to know
I took their childhoods away as my own had been taken
And now the guilt wraps around my neck, suffocating me
I don’t even know those people anymore
Our lives don’t cross paths and I don’t suspect they ever will again
Yet their eyes, their face, and the things we did still plays in my mind like a bad movie
Every day I watch it, wondering if they will even remember
Every day I hope and pray they won’t
Every day I wait for them to come find me
It’s been years since it happened and not a word has been said
They seem happy when I hear of them and unchanged by my actions
I am just dying every day because I was wrong whether I knew it or not
I need to forgive myself for something no one remembers
But I remember
I need to forgive myself for something that didn’t hurt them
But it hurt me
About the Creator
Abigail Wadsworth
Abigail Wadsworth is a first time writer who lives in Durand, Michigan. She has freshly graduated high school and stayed with the marching band as their photographer. She inspires to bring hope and adventure to her readers.
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