everyone's leaving
from home to the unkown
two steps away and out they go
to the real world

unknown and alien
yet forced to go
leaving behind the comforts
of the bed, the four walls
that will always be home
the mother's smile
the father's alarmed glare
friends down for wutever
the darling girl-
out they go, and please
exit through that door

even you, you who were:
the apple of hs eye
the light in his life
his joy and his pride
you too, must go

it is times like these
that makes it so hard to say goodbye
it is why we cry at night
fearful of the unknown

these times...
a time of regret
for all that could-have/
should-have been done
for the mistakes made
by fools overcome
with their sense of "manhood"
remorse for wut was left unsaid
promises unkept.

life sucks