hang on, for the end is near.

i dislike the feeling of continuing to hang on only for the sake of knowing the end is near.

your grip has grown weak.
your willingness to withstand has grown weary.
and yet here you are.
clinging because you know you've been here before.
frustrated that all else fights to loosen your firm grasp.
gripping because you believe it will indeed end.
and the pain will be washed away.

let there be hope.