ART OF LETTING GO

Is there any art in letting go?
Because i let go.
What do i do?
Frame my tears?
Or tame my fears?
Can everything really turn happy?
I,too, wished to see the ‘half glass full’
But i didn’t, when they left me in a jiffy.
I thought I was the epitome of bravery.
Turns out there was no one worse than me.
I'm lost, baby,
I'm so lost.
Have seen my home breaking apart.
Made paper boats every time i looked at you to hold myself up.
Couldn’t save the titanic though.
But the thing i thought at last, was me finally getting rest.