Time to go?

I am so fed up. I want to give it up. It is taking so much of my time. I have been a martyr for its sake. I am scared I have changing needs. I will let go soon. I am sorry I need to do it. I have to love my self more. I have future plans. I hope they will understand. I hope they will not think ill of me because when I was with them, they owned me.

They can feel my coldness. I have reached my saturation point. I want to breathe and experience relaxation without worrying obligations. Was it even so? There were no formal papers. They assumed I will be always there for them.

I hope they realize the grass is greener on the other side of the fence.

What am I talking about? This is not yet the right time to detail my concerns. But something is brewing deep inside.

If it happens, I'd like to say I am deeply honored to have worked with it and for them. I will only recall the best positive memories. I want to wave my hands farther from the rest without excess baggages.