Losing Battle

I am fighting a losing batter.
One i know i will loose.
But still i am fighting, when giving up would be so easy.
The constant fight is only tiring me more.
Still, some parts of me continue fighting.
Every breath becomes a struggle, every glance a burden.
To just let go and let it drop will be the easiest thing to do.
Yet, i don't.
Fear and humiliation is holding me back.
I wonder how long it will be able to hold me.
Because once the grip looses,
once the hold itself gets tired of holding on,
the surrender will be complete.
It would be instantaneous and i would succumb to it immediately.
Like a ball rolling down a friction free slope,
with no control on my motion and gaining constant speed.