I have been cruel.
I don't know if it was necessary.
I don't know if it was deserved.
All I know is that I have been cruel.

Why was it so?
Do I even regret it?
Have I truly stooped so low in this life?

The thought plagues me.
I know not what I have done,
But the thorns around my heart
Constrict with knowing silence.

They were merely words,
Having no effect on the receiver.
But I must live
Knowing I have been cruel.

– Maya Desdemona