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I’ve Always Wanted to Say I’m Sorry

 I blamed myself,  

the one who ruined me,  

every single day.


The desire to live well  

felt like a luxury I didn’t deserve.


All I could do  

was endure.  

Endure, and endure, and endure again.  

And maybe…  

one day,  

a good day might still come.


But the world stayed the same.  

Or maybe it was me  

who stayed the same—  

while blaming everything else.


Even trying to die  

wasn’t easy.


There were so many nights  

I cried myself to sleep,  

wishing I wouldn’t wake up the next day.


Maybe breaking down would be better.  

Maybe if I gave up,  

this pain would finally leave me.


I tried to die.  

My heart died every day.  

But still…


There was a small part of me  

that wanted to live—  

because I felt sorry  

for the me who hadn’t done anything yet.


I looked back  

on this broken life I've lived.  

And I thought,  

maybe if I hold on just a bit longer,  

a good day might still come.


That one thin thread of hope  

is what’s still keeping me alive.


And to you—  

whoever you are,  

will you give yourself  

just one more chance, too?


What does your silence sound like?  

Share your story in the comments below.  

#SoulBridgeVoices

#SoulBridge #BridgeBuilders #HealingNarrative  

#GiveYourselfOneMoreChance #StillHere


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