That Dark Hole

I have moments where I look at the puzzle of my past and try to piece things together to make them fit. I think back to times I was wronged. Times that I wronged. And try to contemplate how the hell I came out of it.

Often I’m ashamed. Christina is a regret. That boy that only wanted a girlfriend is a regret. Not standing up for what is right is a major regret.

How do I change the past? How do I mend hearts? Is being tormented by my regret my punishment?

How do I let it go?