To the few I hurt with intent.. No, I never cried for them, I never felt any remorse.. they deserved it because they hurt me worse first. There's only 2 I cried for::
One I hurt without meaning to, and that chewed me up in inside. I wanted to help them, to help ease their pain, to stop them from self-harming, and I did... and because I'd befriended them and shown them kindness where it was missing.. they fell in love with me, only I didn't love them back.. but because I was hurt and lonely, I never corrected it and let it go on longer than it should have. I eventually broke it off, and the hurt I felt for hurting this individual lasted a long time, it still bothers me to this day.. even though they've forgiven me, and we're still friends.
The other, I cry out of guilt.. I don't even know if I caused hurt, but the thought still pains me. When my depression was at it's worse, I reached out to an online friend and she gave me SOOO much of her time, she really helped pull me out of some very dark places. Whenever I needed her she was there, and I am beyond grateful for it, I honestly don't think I'd be here today if it wasn't for her. I later learned she had cancer, and even though she was fighting it, she made the time to help me. And the level of guilt I feel, that I took precious time away from her, time that she could have spent with her family and her kids, it hurts me on a level I can't describe. And I know, I know, she would have said that it was time well spent but it still hurts so bad.