This is not a poem...

I have fucked people over

I have. There's no denying that.
I have, seriously. I have fucked people over so much that they nearly did themselves in.
I didn't mean to. It was not my intent.
I did so in a time when I was not sure of myself, where I wanted and needed things that were not good for the people around me.

I learned tho. But the change from what I learned to what was good was slow.
And that fucked me up. Seriously. To the point where I am about to do myself in.

I don't foresee any future anymore.
I don't foresee anything that can save me from what I am, and what I have done..
Except you.. Who I fucked..
Who is now fucking me.

This is the end.