The story's ending

I've been wondering lately.

If I truly am ready.

If I'm stable and steady.

If this is going to be a long journey.

Am I ready to risk it?

To handle it.

To go through it.

To compromise for it.

Am I ready to give up myself again?

To give what I have again.

To do what I can again.

To let someone hold my heart again.

What if you knew the person that I was?

If you knew what I've done, what I've caused.

If I introduced you to my demons,

Would you love me less?

Would you love me a little less when I'm not myself?

When I'm out of my mind and I'd hide in my shell.

When you hear stories and what I've dealt with.

When I'm losing it and I lock myself up in a cell.

Someday, you'll know my story.

Someday, you'll see the worst side of me.

Someday, you'll see my broken pieces.

And when that day comes, would you stay, or would you leave?

Because who knows If you could handle me.

If you could cope with me when I'm losing my sanity.

Who knows if you'll stay with me,

until I no longer need to be tightly held, constantly.

I wonder what this story's ending will be.