On saying I was wrong,,,

Do we ever give in...

ever say we wrong...

Well I am.. I was wrong.. 

I hurt without knowing... 

Without intention...

It's hard to admit and harder to accept..

Yet I did it and no excuses.. No amount of Sorries will change what was done..

I can ask for forgiveness.. I know I can...

But could you try... Even once...

I take on a journey to right the wrongs..

18 years have past.. Need the clarity.. The cleansing...

Believe what you like..

Call me what you like...

Fix me I shall.. 

Does anyone know the depths of sorrow..

How one hides it.. Then the anger.. Not that anyone cared..

Some tried.. Some offered pieces.. Gave insight..

But who can see inside.. Fix inside..

Maybe easier from somebody who doesn't know me..

Someone with an outsiders objective view..

All I want is to know what happened.. Where was I before..

I don't remember ... And it's that deep sorrow that drives me forward..

But I can't slow down...

I need to find the brakes... The connection as to the cruel intent..

It's hidden now.. But can be found...

The chasm that holds the links I so sought and needed to exist..

Find them and I find me...

To you my dearest friend who sought to say I need to find them..

To you I bend in sorrow and guilt..

Forgive me is all I ask...

I will find me.. Find who I once was.. And will account for the past... Atone for the hurt...