SORRY

Peace Truth

Sep 4

Dear Me, please forgive that I never gave you time to process the shock of the loss, and I rushed you to recover. I apologise that I forced you to paint a fake smile on your face and pretend to the world that all was well, whilst your heart was silently breaking.

I'm sorry that when your pulse was pounding, and your body shaking, I made you return to life, as I bought into the lie that should appear like I was moving on, and my wounds were healed.

I hate that this resulted in you needing to hide in public toilets, weep in the car, have panic attacks in shops… you needed time and I robbed you of that

I understand and regret that by me insisting you fake happiness, you wept endless tears in the shower, and those around you were unaware that you needed someone to dry your eyes.

Your loss.

Your pain.

Your heart cries.

All of it deserved to be heard,