I let go

I was broken, and I thought I was alone.

I was being eaten alive by the guilt of what had happened.

It felt as though the weight of the world were on my shoulders,

as if I was the only thing keeping the sky from falling down on me.

It went on like that for days.

I barely ate, barely slept, and hated being alone with my thoughts.

I kept reliving it, the memory keeping me up at night,

and when I did sleep, it was only until he haunted my dreams,

turning them to nightmares.

And then, the sky fell.

I gave in. I let the pieces I was barely holding together,

fall apart.

I was exhausted, isolated.

So I called him.

I called the only person I thought would do whatever it took to fix the problem.

I was too tired to handle it on my own,

to keep carrying the weight.

And I finally let go.