My Last Day
To say what needs to be said
No stepping back, no running away.
If I was to fall back
I could never look you in the eye
For the fear of not being able to act.
So I face up to my fear
Write down my new thoughts
Hoping that there is a way you could hear.
I guess you could call this a confession
a means for me to tell you
Of my buried feelings, that always escape mention.
So i ask you
Do you feel anything?
Is there nothing i could do?
