13:40
i often think about how selfish i’ve been—
all the people i’ve harmed.
it hurts me to know
the damage that i’ve done,
all because i was too afraid to speak up,
too afraid to be honest about how i felt,
too afraid to be alone.
now i’m painfully aware
of the things i could have prevented
had i just been honest with myself,
had i just been honest
with those around me.
i never meant to hurt anyone.
it was never my intention.
and yet—
look at what i’ve done.
in memories,
in ghostly figures,
in the ache i feel deep within my chest.
i hope this can be taken as an apology,
even if i never really say the words:
i’m sorry.
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