I think sometimes I am meant to be more.

More than I am, and more than I want to be.

I am who I am.

Life weighs different amounts for each person, bearing down on us.

Day after day, I carry a thousand pounds.

I’m tired of breaking my back.

Secrets are everywhere and it is so hard to hold on to my sanity.

If life is so difficult, wouldn’t it be better to just let go?

I think I’ll let go.