My light and my dark are the same if you knew.
That sometimes I feel I’m not different than you.
That’s when I am scared, but I don’t quite know why?
those are the times when i want just to die.
I know thats not cool and I can’t really care.
Sometimes I know that its under my hair.
I can only believe that its okay to grieve
for a loss is a loss, but how do you retrieve?
emotionally and mentally, I just need to discharge
but how? oh lord how? when my spirit’s at large