Depression disaster

what if the heart says yes
and the mind screams no

should I stay
or should I go?

what else do I not know,
when is it my turn to grow?

when is it my turn,
to not crash and burn?

this bit,
i do admit.

life is unfair,
sometimes too much to bear.

an awfully aching heart,
tears me apart.

seams ripped at the edges,
falling from the ledges.

between feeling too much and too little,
heart’s a muscle becoming brittle.

there is a difference between showing reserve,
and giving more than some deserve.