Hurt people hurt people.

I was a poisonous friend in my youth.
I lacked boundaries,
healthy attachment style,
projected my insecurities,
dared all of you to join in my danger and you did.

I did not regard our lives.

I spewed bitter, burning bile,
untruths,
half-truths,
skated accountability,

gave up on empathy.

I dared everyone to hurt as much as I,
because misery truly loves her company.

I hope you have found happiness
beyond the evils I carried.

I will not hurt you now.
I won’t even touch you.

I cannot express how sorry I am,
how ashamed.

Naivety is highly volatile.
Hindsight is 2023.