Letting Go

Letting Go

The hardest thing is to keep holding on to death
When I suffocate people around me with my prescence
Physically or mentally
They hold on to me
Unknowingly how I am effecting them
They have no clue
They just love me so much
They know my misery
I am cold, aloof, and so loving
They wouldn’t want to let me go

Then with one jerk,
I separate all their
expectations from them
Towards me

Letting Go
Is the best thing I do for them
To them
Who really cares about me anyway?

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