be happy they said,
so i popped a pill into my mouth,
letting out a groan of dread.

I once knew a man,
his name was Grant.
Grant had everything,
it was all in the palm of his hand,
until he threw it all away.
It wasn't for nothing,
it was for the only fatherly figure in his life,
it was for a girl,
and it was for what he thought was the best.
Once the girl found the truth,
she hated him.
The truth always hurts the most,
which lead her to wonder:
Grant, who are you, really?