write it down. poems and stories.

I Gave Up. But Kept On Going

Everything adds up.

Every

Tiny

Thing

It can’t be helped.

Eventually it will pileup.

And when we reach our limit of what we can take.

We just let go.

When the smoke clears leaving behind all we tried and failed to do.

All I’ll see will be regret.

For all the ones I disappointed.

Because I couldn’t take on their problems.

So I’ll give up.

When I did I saw how unhappy and angry it made me to take their problems and ignore my own.

My problems may not be big but they have been strengthened.

Because of everyone else’s problems I carried.

I gave up and I’m not proud of it.

It takes time to solve problem.

So how about you take your problems and I’ll take mine.

Don’t share your problems with me I’ve got my own thank you.

I always meant to live up to your expectations.

But the more you push, the more I have to leave behind.

So give up on me.

Who knows how many might have already.

All because I can’t do it all.

I’m not a broken toy.

I’m just a boy who can’t take all of what life has to throw.

But at least I know there is still more to come.

Life will just keep on throwing.

Even if you give up.