I was the type of person

That held onto things too tight

unable to release my grip

when it no longer felt right.

And although it gave me scars

and my fingers would all ache.

I always thought holding on,

was worth the pain it takes.

I used to think in losing things,

I'd lose part of me too

That slowly I'd become someone else

My heart no longer knew

Then one day something happened

I dropped what I once held so dear

and felt so much lighter.

And it taught my heart, that some things

aren't meant to last so long

They arrive to teach you lessons

and then 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 your while,

then sometimes the thing your fighting for,

isn't worth the cost.

And not everything you lose,

Is bound to be a lost.