I could spend hours and even days and months on thinking.
Thinking about what I could have done different.
All the ‘What If’ questions.
Thinking about what I could have said differently.
All the regrets for ‘why’ and the wishes of ‘if I just said..’
Thinking about how my life could have been.
If I just had been honest.
If I just asked for help.
If I just didn’t hide.
If I just didn’t lock away parts of myself.
If I just didn’t fear it.
I just want a new name.
A life to call my own.
A chance to live without chains.