Poems.

holding on.

  I was the type of person that held onto things too tight. unable to release my grip when it no longer felt right.

And although they gave me blisters, and my fingers would all ache. I always thought that holding on was worth the pain it takes.

I used to think by losing things, I'd lose part of me. That slowly I would become someone my heart no longer knew.

Then one day something happened. I dropped what I had once held dear but my soul became much lighter. Instead of filled with fear.

And it taught my heart that some things aren't meant to last for long. They arrive to teach you lessons and then continue on.

You don't have to cling to people who no longer make you smile, or do something youve come to hate if it isn't worth your while.

That sometimes the thing you're fighting for, isn't worth the cost.
And not everything you'll ever loose is bound to be a loss.

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I'm honestly so mad at myself by the mindset I've been having. I don't know whether I should listen to my heart or my head. Everythings been so overwhelming and my "friends" are just making it worse by pressuring me. I feel like I've been a burden to people these past few weeks. But whatever. Sry for the rant✌