It's mine

Sometimes in life

There are things we might find

Harder to do

And hard on our minds

Cos we care so much

Bout things like our time and such

What I value is not always the same as you

I hold tight

to some things you might

Think aren't worth a lot

But to me that thing might be all I've got

It's not up to you

To decide what I should and shouldn't do

Or what I hold value to

Or what I need to lose

Please can you think of me

And what it is that I need and see

That this is mine,

And not your

journey

I know i have a lot of stuff

You probably think I've got enough

And

Trust me I do to

I know i need to get rid of a thing or 2

But

For me the sentiment

Even when it's at my detriment

Means I hold onto it

Way longer than i should give a shit

But I'll eventually get to the place

What it will need to go cos I need the space

But see

That's up to me

Not you... respectfully

You can help the best

By encouraging me to clean up my mess

That'll make me move it faster

Or it could turn it to disaster

But keep trying

Cos I'd be lying

If I said that I can do it on my own

When really I sometimes need that pushy tone

To get it gone

Ive held on too long and so

You have full permission just do it gently though...