 My heart sinks as I think about what I'm about to do and there's a knot in the pit of my stomach that just won't go away I'd give anything to be able to turn around to not do this But it's my job My mouth has suddenly gone dry and I hope that my voice won't fail me. I Take several deep breaths as I steady myself and I prepare to knock on the door One thought sticks out of my mind and it's I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. I have to tell you this And it gets repeated over and over and over again. I Know how I feel irrelevant and I'm about to say words that no one deserves to hear and that everyone fears And then I knock on the door