When it's time to leave...
Wishing I was better for no one else will.
Loving for one who does no love me still.
I’ll let them bury me, I’ll go without a fight.
Not being me is what I believe is right.
For now I continue, my purpose unclear.
The only thing I seem to feel being fear.
Struggling against the pressure of another.
I’ll never have someone like a caring brother.
I can see plainly that I have no one.
Soon, I hope, I’ll be told that I’m done.
Maybe I shall start composing my last words.
I am forever doomed to be under the birds.
Wishing I was better for I received no cards.
All I got was trash thrown out of yards.
My director has quit his job, I’m officially lost.
My assassins lay in waiting, working at no cost.
Wishing I was better due to no care.
Trapped in a cage like a poor, hopeless mare.
Wishing I was better.
Time to compose a letter.