leaving

I feel like I'm letting you down, by letting go and leaving this town. These words fumble from a trembling man, a wanderer traveling to a whole new land. I'm crying I'm sorry, I'm flooding this city. But you only care about yourself, there's no remorse, no pity. I feel like I'm beating you with the words I've said. I now feel like I'm better off dead. No more tears, get rid of these fears. The gold crown I once wore, symbolizing your king. Now sits on the ground, a worthless brass ring. I bow at your feet, now a slave to my emotions. The notion of leaving is not sitting well. I feel if I leave I'll be entering hell. But these days have passed and you will stay in my mind. Maybe then I can still call you mine.