Question

I’m hanging on by a thread holding so tightly my palms are bleeding. If I let go will you catch me? You override my consciousness and plague my dreams, you’ve developed into this enormity that I can no longer see. The pressure and the questions weigh upon me and I can no longer hold it. If I drop it will you help me? Will you be there in the dark secrets of my soul? Will I show everything to you for you to only run away and hide? Will I simply be the latest conquest and discard? This road is so unsteady crossing it alone will never work. Can you help me, do you even know how or will your frustration become our dictator? This endless stream of uncertainty induces my lethargy slowing me down and making my hands weaker and weaker. Will you be there when I give up?