I said it, end of story.
I can't take it back, no matter how much I want to. What's said is said, and I meant every word of it. The words were hash and bitter but the truth beneath them cannot be shaken.
I feel embarrassed perhaps, no, mortified by my actions and lack of discretion. I learned long ago that words hurt more than anything, and even if something is true there isn't a point to say them If it would just hurt someone.
So why did I cast aside the filter I kept over my mouth through these years? Why did I say to you the only thing you didn't want to hear?
Did I want to hurt you?
Perhaps I did, maybe the dark little girl ins