The Burnout

Dear Delyara, I am running on fumes. I’ve been giving and giving until there is nothing left but a hollow shell. People ask me for help, and I say yes because I don't know how to say no. Tonight, I said no to the world and yes to me. I wrote a letter of "Resignation" from being everyone's hero. I am clocking out. I am resting. I am letting the ink carry the responsibilities I can't handle right now. The world will still be there tomorrow, but tonight, I am just breathing.