Inside, darkness fills you—once fueled by a life steeped in corruption, gangs, violence, drugs, and betrayal. These things were second nature: acted on impulsively, without hesitation, thinking it was right. You didn’t struggle, didn’t fight; you accepted it, embracing the darkness without a thought. You lived blindly, obsessed only with rising in the gang, making money from drugs, and using others. Violence became both your tool and entertainment—a way to inspire fear, gain respect, and numb yourself. But in that darkness, corruption took root, and your soul began to decay, leaving nothing but emptiness, hollow and rotten. This is you, the gangster within—the feared, despised outcast. Looking in the mirror, you saw a monster, a distorted reflection of human nature, unashamed and indifferent. You didn’t care about anyone’s opinion. This was the life you chose, and you’d die for it, seeing yourself as an “honorable” gangster, despite knowing it led only toward a dark destiny. I was that person once—lost in evil, numb to the damage I caused. But then, little by little, I began to see the cracks. Struggles came fast as the darkness started to lift. Guilt began to creep in. I realized the drugs I sold destroyed lives, the women I used were hurt and broken, and the people I hurt bore scars I’d inflicted. The pain rose like boiling heat, and I couldn’t contain it. Tears fell like rain, and my heart ached, feeling dead inside because of all I’d done. But when I finally felt alive again, regret hit hard. My conscience spoke, urging me to apologize, to make things right, to stop hurting others. My struggles became a haunting voice, saying, “You know you’re wrong!” My tears poured out, reaching deep into my heart, wishing I could undo it all. Alone on the floor, I cried, begging for it to stop, for help, feeling an overwhelming storm of regret and pain. Now, sitting alone, tears still fall, and regret lingers. I hate when it rains because it reminds me of my past. Why do humans cry? Thoughts and struggles spiral endlessly. One person woke me up, igniting in me a spark of change. My struggles remain, but now all I can think about is transformation. The darkness doesn’t define me anymore—though the struggle endures, I am no longer that person. Meta script A raw journey of transformation from a life of darkness and regret to awakening and change, exploring the struggle, pain, and hope that drives true redemption.