I think we've all been there
In a solitary state of mind
In a world filled with singularly grief
I crashed and burned to cinders
Leaving behind my legacy to wuthering winds
Become someone who I am not
Distanced myself from friends and family
Like the great seas parting ways
The path becomes deeper
Blacker than midnight
In a constant loop of finite self hate
I learned tolerance for life
And the impact of a choiceful
Outlash of anger can lead to.