Holding on, pushing through and fighting can be so exhausting.
I lay looking up at the night sky telling myself not to let go of the grass, but deep inside I wanted to.
I wanted to feel my body slowly float up off the Earth and leave all the pain and misery of this illness behind.
I wanna touch the stars and lay on the moon, but if I let go… I won’t be with you.
So I fight an I hold on tighter, but I start to feel the grass loosen.
Then the grass started to pluck one by one each strand detached.
I didn’t know what to do, the only thing on my mind was you.
I also knew it was my time, I couldn’t neglect.
I guess I’ll just have to wait a while to see you again.
Phoenix Freedom Writer
What can i say about myself? I'm just trying to find away to let things go, and let my feelings show; Showing your true feelings can be real hard in this world.
