I'm tired of cleaning up after everyone's mess. I'm tired of being the strong one. I'm tired of pretending that I'm alright. When I'm alone I'm most vulnerable and I feel like I'm falling apart. One more blow and I'll crumble to pieces. Theres just so much to repair. I've compressed my emotions for so long, I don't even know what's wrong with me anymore. Theres just a burden on my chest thats getting a tighter grip day by day. It won't let loose. It won't let me go. Not till it has me. Not till I give in.