My House Burnt Down

Whoa
how these bones
pile up
and I'm digging myself
a nine foot deep hole
The fear I'd like to forget
keeps catching up
and, whoa,
how I pressure myself.

Oh my God
my time is almost up.
I'm losing pieces of myself
I feel them as they fall right off.

My mother always says I wasn't paying attention.
My father thinks that I am a waste of a parent.
I single-handedly raised both of my children
and Heaven knows
that I'd die or kill
for either one of them.

So tell me where I went wrong.
I did pretty good for a guy who has lost it all.
27 years ago my house burnt down
and
whoa, my God
how the ashes
smother us