Language states
music suggests
between the two
the latter has greater depth

I don't write when iam happy
Joy makes me dance,not think
It fills my hands with flowers
Not pens.

But sadness?
She sits me down,
Open my chest,
And spills the ink.

They love and lose,
    I have no
 love to choose.

They fall,
    and feel it all —

I
 fall,
      and
        don’t
          feel
        ­    at
              all.



They don't talk
     'cause they don't.
I don't talk
     'cause they won't —
        hear me...

          they won't
            see me.



They love me as a friend
    But
      I play pretend.

They blame it’s
   their fault —
        but I know it’s
          not —
              'cause it’s

me.
    I’m my own
        burdening.



Though I silently hope
    they'll carry
       all my weight.

I know it might hurt,
        but
                                      I just want a
              break —

Still, I’ll stay
      I’ll help you
         through the day.



They see

    a hero
         through their eyes,

but I made myself

      a villain
         deep inside.

Heroes
    don’t save
       their foes.

Plus —

    they don’t really know
         what’s hidden

                  below.

Before I met my wife
I was incomplete
Now I'm finished.