I need to forgive.
Why?
Because they say forgiveness is the key to moving on.

But how can I forgive
when their actions stole my peace?
When every night my eyes beg for rest,
but sleep is a distant stranger?
When anxiety suffocates me,
a weight I can’t escape?

How can I forgive
when it fractured my days,
my relationships,
the person I used to be?
when each glance feels like a betrayal?
when im left holding pieces of myself,
that never really fit together.

How can I forgive
the scars they left—
scars that never heal,
deepening with time,
each one a reminder
of what i cant undo?
The fear in my chest,
stealing my breath,
leaving me on the floor,
wondering if I’ll ever be whole again?

How can I forgive
when I lost myself
just trying to survive?

Maybe forgiveness isn’t the answer.
Maybe holding on is easier—
at least the pain is familiar.

Or maybe forgiveness isn’t for them.
Maybe it’s for me—
to lay this weight down.

Maybe one day,
I’ll let it go.
Not because they deserve it, but because I deserve peace.