Fall

Every time I’m about to let go,
Something happens that makes me hold on.
The grip is lighter though,
And you’re nearly gone.

The ground used to be,
Right under my feet.
It so high up here so I plea,
To be lowered in defeat.

My fingers are slipping,
I want to fall.
and not have this crippling
Weight to haul.

I’m scared to leave,
I’ve held on for so long.
I still believe,
I guess I’m headstrong.

One hand slipped
One more until you’re rid of me,
I felt the other one snipped
You won’t miss me, I see.

Maybe this won’t be the end
I’ll miss you.
Goodbye, friend.
Find someone new.