Papa,
You were always my favorite loner,
Sitting in the corner.
But Papa, I can't breathe.
You pushed me under the blue,
Only to lift me,
With a black balloon.
Papa, what's wrong with me?
You cut me down so low,
That my heart collapsed,
And is thumping somewhere,
Down below.
Papa,
When I turned twenty three,
And you didn't call,
I realized I can live without you,
After all.
