I Forgive Past Me
I Forgive the Past Me
I forgive the girl
who stayed quiet
when she should’ve screamed.
The one who apologized
for taking up space,
for feeling too much,
for not being enough
for people who never planned to stay.
I forgive the nights
she cried herself empty
and still woke up pretending
she was fine.
I forgive the way
she held onto people
with shaking hands,
even after they gave her
every reason to let go.
I forgive her for believing
love had to hurt
to be real.
For every bad decision
made from loneliness.
For every tear hidden
behind fake smiles.
For every moment
she blamed herself
for things she never broke.
I forgive the anger.
The fear.
The sadness she carried
like it was stitched into her skin.
Because she was surviving
the only way she knew how.
And maybe she was messy.
Maybe she was broken open
more times than she deserved.
But she kept going.
Even when her heart was tired.
Even when nobody noticed.
So I forgive the past me.
Not because the pain
didn’t matter—
but because she does.
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