what i believe to be love—was just me painting a picture that does not hold any water
if only life was a little bit kind,
but what i get was the harsh reality—
that one mistake is enough
a mistake that could have been fixed,
but no one reached out—
to reassure me that "to err is human"
i was willing,
determined,
to fix myself,
to prove for them,
that i also deserve to be understood,
but here i am,
trying to heal up,
while gasping for air
i hope someday,
i'll be able to swim back to the shore,
but now, i am still in this life raft—
thinking what to do next
may time give me the peace i need