I was the type of person 
That held on to things to tight
Unable to release my grip 
When it no longer felt right

And Although it gave me blister 
And my fingers would all ache ,
I always thought that holding on 
Was worth the pain it takes

I used to things in losing things 
I lose my part of me too
That i slowly become someone
My heart no longer knew

Then one day something happen
I dropped what I had once held dear 
But my soul become much lighter
Instead of filled with fear.

And it taught my heart that somethings 
Aren’t meant to last long 
They arrive to teach you lesson 
And the continue on.

You don’t have to cling to people
Who no longer make you smile 
Or do something you’ve come to hate 
If it isn’t worth while

That sometimes the thing you are fighting for 
Isn’t worth the cost 
And not everything you ever lose 
Is bound to be loss.

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