I didn't change for the better as a result of your silence; instead, I became more resistant to the change you wanted.

The keys are depressed
to my depression

I wallow in the keys of syncopation

That drift down the scales to the lowest elevation

The hammers strike the strings of soul

Releasing the vibrations
that take control

I moan low as the notes pierce my heart

and the pain dribbles out
.
..
...

Do not be hesitant to speak the truth, even in front of those who have showered you with accolades.

I've never
written anything
I don't think
I've never
thought anything
I don't feel
I've never
felt anything
I don't believe
I've never
believed anything
I don't know
I've never
known anything
I know

It’s funny no, how I once told you that you make life bearable…

And now you make me wanna **** myself.