Forgive Myself? Poem by Samantha Schaub

Forgive myself, That's not ever going to happen. And I haven't lived my life. I've been... I don't know, marking time, marching in place. I figured out that I can't forger. I can't really forgive. But I can live. Live with it, Like you live with a scar or a limp or whatever. You always know it's there. It reminds you never to let yourself do anything so stupid or horrible and wrong again. I step out of my rut, step again, and keep stepping.