An error in judgment.

You offered a possibility of reprieve -
of rest I couldn't quite comprehend.
Suddenly, I wasn't so alone.

I'd spent years questioning if I
could stop and let myself be heard,
if it'd be safe to catch my breath,
if I'd be safe from my own mind.

Do you remember the hard days?
When my heart would be too heavy,
when I'd leave the room silently?

Do you remember what you said
as I walked out of sight?

"I'll be here for you,
I know you might not hear that often."

I believed you,
with an open mind and
eager eyes like a child...

and that was my mistake.