Holding On One Last Time

I gave you more time. I gave mercy. Someone said you were stressed. Someone said you were struggling. I saw what you were doing. Two days. Two whole days. What now? I'm tired. I'm weak. I acted normal. No one seemed to notice what is on the inside though. Broken. Infected. Nothing. I don't know what to do anymore. I'll just sit here. Waiting. Wondering. Hoping.