What if I told you that the bruises on my legs were from stage falls instead of pool exits?
What if I told you that the very thought of jumping into our lane brings on the feeling of suffocation?
What if I told you that I'm suddenly afraid of drowning?
What if I told you that my knees ache, and have been aching for weeks, but I've put up with it because I can't face those memories?
What if I told you I feel like a burden?
What if I told you that you've become the subject of nearly every song?
What if I told you that I'm trapped, and panicked, and ready to leave?
What if I told you that nothing makes sense?
What if I told you that I feel like I'm blindfolded?
What if I told you that I'm desperate for something, but I can't put a finger on what that is exactly?
What if I told you that I feel guilty?
What if I told you that I'm more confused than I've ever been?
What if I told you that people have been treating me like glass, like they're afraid to break me?
What if I told you that I've missed you?
What if I told you that I've been thinking about visiting your destination long before today?
What if I told you that I just needed five more minutes of your time?
To help me let go
To help me feel real again
To help me be brave
Would it surprise you?
