My paper

I sit in my regrets as I color my paper My paper changing from peach to bright red It feels like a temporary wave of relief Breaking away from the chains that hold me Feeling fine once again It won't last for long I keep coloring but it keeps getting harder to go on I start to get tired going back and forth coloring my paper It starts to become unbearable to hold but thats why I was coloring in the first place It was unbearable to hold I start to feel regret wash over my colored paper But it's too late to go back and take it all away My paper is now flawed and hard to live with Having to see that paper everyday living with the shame But one day you'll realize that those flaws is the reason you survived You'll prove how strong you are to others and that you are not flawed. You are a survivor