Dysthymia

Metaphors - Sad

She cut him down with his words
Her words were bullets to him
Drowning like birds trying to swim.

His heart is rock
His stomach is a black hole
When he talks it’s like someone stole is soul

He is a night owl
He has a broken heart
There’s no howl because he’s broken apart

Swimming in a sea of grief
Always feeling a bit blue
Time is a thief when you don’t know what to do