I am waiting for an apology from someone who is sure they have done no wrong.
If my life becomes perfect one day, it will still pain me.
How do you convince someone that they have hurt you
when they have already heard and ignored you?
Will I live with this forever?
Will she offer me no respite from this suffering even on her deathbed?
It's only worse to know that I am one of the three she is slowly killing.
Worse to know that she is guilty, yet guiltless.
I have forgiven myself for so much.
I wonder if she has done the same.
What stops a person from seeing the harm they have done?
My own guilt consumes me constantly,
and she is free.
I owe my own apologies.
My redemption is due.
Their closure, my priority.
A determination to give what I can never have.
They deserve to know that I am sorry.
I do not deserve their forgiveness.
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