Please Let Me Go

Do you feel the skin snake off your body?
Do you feel your spine shiver like the wind?
Do you see the words dribble out the pen
like the mistakes you knew were wrong,
but couldn't help but make?
Have you been to the mirror lately?
Have you seen the worry spot worn along your jaw?
What's with the whimper under your breath?
What else do you have in common with the dogs?
I know the heavy breathing hurts.
I know your eyes and heart want out your head and chest.
I know you can't bear the pressure in your bones,
that you keep on squeezing but you can't get a grip.
And I don't know what to tell you.
When it's up to me I sleep.
But it always never really works,
cause when my waking hours don't get what they need they take my dreams.
And answers aren't hard to come by,
because they don't exist.
The healthy thing to do
would be to leave entirely,
because sometimes there's maturity in seeing what's broken
and leaving it unfixed.
So let me go.
Let me go let
me go let me
go let me go
please just let me go.