Stay

I know I changed.

That was the point.

I lost myself.

Stuck in a rip tide, drowning in the dark.

Treading water, gasping for air, grasping for life.

And you knew I had a choice.

Grab hold of hope or let go of living.

You didn’t want me dead.

Neither did I.

Here I am.

Standing up stronger, smarter, alive.

But caught in the confusion.

Of you leaving me.

I know I changed.

That was the point.