Beginning of The End

I’m trying my best

I’m trying my best to hold on

I don’t know if my best is sufficient

Or if my grip just isn’t the best

I’m losing my hold on what I’ve held for so long

I’m losing you

I’ve lost myself

I’m stuck between two worlds

It’s costing every bit of my strength to hold us together

One by one my fingers slip

Index, middle, ring, pinky

What do I have left if I let go?

I’m torn apart that we’re apart

So be it, just let me go

Apart from being torn I am no longer lost

I no longer have to hold on

For the first time I can rest in being held

For the first time

I can rest