Why Can't I

Kayla Faith

Why can’t I love myself the way others say they do? Why can’t I just move on from my past? Why can’t I feel loved like I used to? I brought this upon myself. I have to live with the consequences of my actions, or lack of. I have to live with this hate that I feel for myself. I did this. I let this happen. There’s nothing I can do or say to try and fix things. It’s not as easy as you think for me to move on from this past which haunts. It tears me to pieces everyday. There not a day that goes by where I don’t hurt, hate, and die inside. I can’t love myself because I didn’t love you the way I should have. I should have loved you better. And I’m sorry for what I did to you. But no amount of sorry will fix what I’ve done. So I’ll go now, I’ll take my leave. You won’t have to worry about me. I’ll be gone and I won’t be missed, for I have sinned beyond dismiss.

2018-10-04 22:40:24

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