Regret or Sorrow...

I do not know what to do, I do not want to hurt anyone I cannot hurt anyone - I can, sure I can, but I do not ever intend to - when it comes to the edge I never know what to do about my acts and ever know the time to make it right, all I can say is that this is the last time that I can say something that is not true or that I will do my best to be a completely honest man from now on for too much suffering and weeping had I brought to the ground of the most perfect, noble and sweet feelings like love, passion and trust.

No more I want to be a nightmare to the ones that love me and no more nightmares shall I bring to my wicked mind which is now nothing else but weak and painful, so that I cannot go on keeping my jaws behind and can ever more be trusted or reliable because no more this words will be needed due to my complete honesty and my absolute and objective resentful sorrow for being gravely fake, and, most of all, no more will I ask for pardon...

Because once I told myself I would ever be sorry and that regret would ever shadow my already shadowed eye, but until now I have not had a pain like this inside, now I must say Sorrow does exist and Regret is now for the worst things I have done and this is unchangeable... I must only ask for forgiveness and for a helping hand and for a thoughtful way of acting, this was for certain a fact that will change my life and my living forever and ever and ever...

Let me be dead inside, let me love you more ad let me be your friend, do not torture my mind with darkened thoughts...