I stood on the edge of the icy cold road thinking what it would be like if I just closed my mouth and listened. Listen to everyone would had my best interest at heart, who wanted the best for me, who knew what was best for me cause I surely didn’t. But still I didn’t listen.
I was too stubborn and thought I was all grown up. That I could handle everything and that I knew everything before I was even eighteen. Blinded by my own arrogance and pride that I couldn’t even see I was hurting everyone I loved and who were the only ones trying to help me.
Will they ever forgive me? Will they ever let me back into their lives? Do they still count me as their own?
Silent tears roll down my cheeks as the wind picks up and lightly brushes against my face. It’s like a soft caress but cold as ice, stinging where the tears had been. The cold air fills my lungs placing an uncomfortable feeling in my chest. I release it back out slowly and steady, watching as it cre