What else would a metaphor
do, except for adding a color...
I got a secret
Too dark to tell...
He wasn't a happy person
nor was I...
I wanna end my life
so pass me a knife...
I know What It's Like to feel alone in the world
I know What It's Like when you want to say what...
I tired the hours wandering
nearby saddened forests...
A year has gone by, ever so quickly
since I first saw that smile...
Back to the way we were
back to the hate and hurt...
Silver rime
on moments, once sublime...
Father,
have I disregarded my childhood...
For anyone who's stood at the edge
I've been there too...
Cold hands across my neck
Choking on lies you've repeated...