Hurting others
I have hurt a number of people in my life. I thought when I grew up. I hurt my family, my mother, brother, and father. I hurt my best friends. I hurt the people I like. I used to hit my brother, yell at family and friends. I threw a candle at my best friend. I revealed a painful secret to another. And I left one stranded in a foreign land. I was in two car accidents, in one I damaged a car, the other I hurt a motorcyclist. When I was young I made my popo bleed once. Thankfully I have never caused any heavy injuries or killed anyone. But I am still scared. Too afraid to love properly lest I hurt them. I am a person of calamity and destruction, yet hopes for peace and calm. I wanted to be gentle and meek, so I strived, yet I always seem to be hurting somebody. My capacity to hurt seems to always override my capacity to love and care. I am trying my best, but second chances never come easy. But I will not do this again. I am still, however, a coward. Let no vow and pro...