Regrets

"Don't worry. This just a tough time." I said, reassuring myself.

When I was her age, I never felt that way.
But now she's crying, every single day.

When I was her age, our parents was still there.
But now she's begging for them attention, every single time.

When I was her age, I didn't know what divorce means. All I knew was we're going to last forever.
But now she's seeing us, broken. Yell, scream, cry every single fight.

I wish I can go back in time, fix everything alright.
I wish I can take their pain, put away their frown.
I wish I can give red, erase all the blue on them.

I wish I can start over, so that I know how the feels of being a forever.