The Forsaken One

And so I leave, and say goodbye, to earthly measures.
How meaningless, a life to waste, that noone treasured
This thing that built in me
an early memory
of paternal pressure
Collapse beneath the weight
what he anticipates
and expectes of me
Sky is falling down
on top of me, the forsaken one
sky is falling down on me
I wonder how, he will find out, about my death.
I wonder what, what he will think, when he reads the letter.
He will not shead a tear
I’m positive he’ll fear
this thing will cause a stir
In his perfect atmosphere
the worst thing to appear
is a family crisis
Sky is falling down
on top of me, the forsaken one
sky is falling down on me
I lie awake on the floor I’m open.
Cut open wid by my fear to fail.
The warm relief of letting go, of leaving
today I’ll be free, free again, beyond here