Day by day, the air becomes increasingly heavier.
My once calm breaths are becoming gasps of air.
Even though they see me drowning,
slowly, one by one, they are leaving me,
with disappointment and disapproval gracing their faces.
“You’ve changed,” they say.
“For the worse,” they silently add.
In my heart, there lies only the love
they have left me in our memories.
How ugly is my heart?
Mistakes…and more mistakes.