When you’ve been holding on for so long

Thinking good things, 

Trying to be good to yourself,

Not being too hard,

Not thinking too much

Of the things

That drag you down 

To that hell hole

But you know the dam is broken already. 

Two months?


One year even? 

Your mind already feels the strain, 

Of not letting go, 

And feeling the reality of your feelings 

There’s already too much strain. 

You just want to curl up,


And go back to being the you,

That you hate,

The you; you know,

You can never get away from

No matter how hard you try. 


Not a scheduled post, but well, this is how I’m beginning to feel lately. Like I’ve been holding on for so long, and I just need to break down.

Can you relate to this?