Ornaments

Could you help me out and say it?
That I was in out of my depth
Couldn’t catch myself from falling off the earth
Could you let me shelve the failures?
I’d be sitting down for this mess
Sent a card back home with a poem on the front
The time is showing the cracks upon my hands
Could it feel like this forever?
Be where I wanted to be?
Could I say it now without breaking down again?
I’m finally throwing this stack of ornaments
And I’m fine with growing out of who I am