Hanging on by a Thread

I can feel it,

I’m holding on by a thread. 

I don’t know how much longer I can handle it,

not sure how much more I can endure.

It’s all the pain and suffering,

building and bubbling up inside.

Just waiting for something on the outside,

to set me off.

Then the last thin thread,

will break into two.

Releasing all the pent up emotions,

only to eventually start anew.