Letting Go

How do you know when you've had enough,
because sometimes you want to keep going,
chasing after the thing you once loved,
now slowly fading away.

Maybe you've had enough, maybe you've fallen
out of love, maybe it's not worth the trouble or
maybe the trouble has overwhelmed the worth.
You don't know

This is something you really wanted
You told yourself you would fight
but when you've fought all you can
Would it be fine for you to rest?

If people have acknowledged it to be
you no longer see it yours
Is it still?