Martyr

Let me fall
Crush me beneath the weight of feeling.
Slowly sigh
I'll fall through your windows of grieving.
I can die
Such pain will be lost as I'm fading.
I can fall
For my heart cannot die when flailing.
Soon you'll see
That perhaps my life was worth saving.
Soon you'll find
That this fight is not worth this crying.
I will die
Though my reasons now are all changing.
In this life
There was much, but nothing worth hailing.