True love can leave you...

Any love, no matter how true
It may seem to you
Can leave you
It may be their choice
It may be your own voice
Or death himself
Can take
Your happiness away
And drag you to a place worse than Hell
It locks your heart in a cell
That is 30 times too small
And turns everything the darkest shade
Of gray
It can cause some to slice their wrists with razor blades
But don't worry about me baby
I will be fine
Just give me some weed
And a little time
But I don't know if that would save me, maybe
From death at least
But Im worried the beast
Inside me
That your voice once tamed
Will return to feed
With my mind as the feast...