Tightly

"im not good enough", repeated in my mind over and over, only so much I'll almost burst to tears, but you not understanding me is what I fear, no matter how much gear, I'll never be good enough for you,dear. before I let your hands go I grasped tightly, before leaving I knew the feelings isnt something I should take so lightly.The second I let go the thoughts sliced sharply, "its fine" I just need to drink some barley, but I got out of it barely.