Spinning- Jack's Mannequin

I remember the first time I opened up to anybody about myself. And I mean deep down, opening up. The only kind of opening up you do when you sincerely need someone to listen and to understand you. Or you don't but you just need to tell somebody. Well actaully, it was the second time. The first time I felt like I wasn't taken seriously. It was a quick sentence, muffled by crying and sniffling, barely heard, but I said what I needed someone to hear.
The second time, I started to cry when it came up. I was talking to you on the phone, and I slowly started to cry. I couldn't stop it. I told you slowly, repeating what I had just said because you couldn't understand what I had just said. It was a relief knowing that you were listening and that you cared. It has helped me more than you know. Since then, I've dropped more little bits of me along the path. I'm still here... holding onto parts of me that I don't know when to let go.
Thankyou.

-Iris