I’M SORRY

My life is your death,
I can see it pulling at the corner of your eyes,
Depressing your fake, stretched smile,
Straining your worry-scarred forehead.

You say this is what it is;
The common parental sacrifice,
A life of escalating heart beats
And sleepless nights of fretting,
I can feel myself sucking the life out of you.

The dreams you had for me:
Thrown away, dirtied and destroyed,
Replaced by flimsy, naive whims.

As I break under reality’s pressure,
I make you crumble with me.