Dear me, I am sorry I didn't fix you while your pieces were scattered all over. I am sorry I didn't love you enough to distance you away from pain when everyone was distancing themselves from you. I am sorry for all the times you had to witness yourself crumble begging for people to stay in your life. While everyone else was leaving, I always held you responsible for the pain you felt. I was too weak to love you, I was too weak to let you bloom even when they were stepping on your soul. For all the marks that you hide beneath your sleeves, for all the self loathing remarks, for all the times I gave up on life I am genuinely sorry. I don't know why you had to break for you to realize that certain things and certain people aren't meant for you but all is not lost. I hope you'll always come back stronger. I hope you'll always choose to live even when life scares you. Sincerely, The old me.