Bend until you break

We all have a breaking point, right? When do we know we have reached it? What does a breaking point look like? When I think of my own breaking point, I envision a twig bending so far back that its bark is tearing, exposing the soft flesh no longer protected by the rough exterior. If I listen close enough I can almost hear the snapping of the twig. Though the snapping is not enough to split the twig in half, but just enough to feel the hurt.

I am a walking broken twig.