I've done wrong; I admit it.
And now I'm filled with regret.
But my words fell on deaf ears. 
No one could grasp my pain.
Even if it's altered, 
The word "wrong" remains incorrect.
Even after countless lifetimes,
This one blunder remains unchanged.
The regret I carry day and night lingers in my thoughts.
These thoughts inflict an indescribable pain within me.
I'm drowning in emotions;
I can't endure this weight any more...
© Anne Ayre
(It is not based on my own story. This poem is written about a fictional girl who is suffering from remorse.)