I am a flower, bending, breaking,
wilting where your sunlight fades.
No hands to hold me, no rain to reach me,
just a sky that turns to gray.
Homesick echoes pull me under,
a war between my heart and mind.
No matter how bright this new place glows,
a part of me stays left behind.
Time insists this pain will pass—
"Just hold on, it's only months."
But my body trembles, restless, aching,
caught between escape and trust.
So I fight—through waves of silence,
through the weight that keeps me down.
Some days I rise, some days I sink,
but still, I try, I drown, I drown.
Please, just see me—see my hands,
still reaching, though they shake.
I don't want to be this way,
but I don't know how much more I can take.