A Mental Conversation That We Occasionally Have with Ourselves
I’m sorry for how he’s treated you—
I’m sorry that I couldn’t be there for you
But, I am now.
Let that be more than enough.
You were never alone.
I don’t know how to feel.
My external wounds have healed—
I can’t fake this smile any longer
And I don’t know how to un-program myself, by myself.
I am alone when these tears fall.
I’ve felt forsaken.