The Titanic and Forgiveness

I can see water surrounding me steadily. I'm laying in my bed, wondering how this trip could have gone so wrong. I feel the painful ice-cold water surrounding my feet. I can't help but think of how this could be prevented; how could this be true? I accept my fate. I'm only a poor woman that was reaching too high for her arms to reach, I wanted to pretend like I was something more than nothing; is that why my chest is being engulfed with merciless ocean water? Maybe no one will miss me, but I will die knowing that whoever has caused this will suffer greater than I. I will not be blamed for such a disaster, but he will. As I take my last breath, I wonder if I should forgive the mistaken... or die like the others: heartbroken, angry, and lost. Considering that's exactly what I feel, I don't think I have much of a choice, do I?