An Ocean of Metaphors

Its looming over me, as dark as a cloud.
And I still here her calling my name
From her drawer...
She took away my pain,
Showed the world
What its lies could do to one girl.
She still sits there,
I haven't talked to her in a while.
But she's like my unused drug,
She helped me get by.
And now I ignore her so much...
Does she miss me?
I'm sad to say that I kind of miss her.
And so she sits there, such an unused drug.
And my I'm about to talk to her,
Funny how one song brought her back to my mind.
And I'm scared of my reaction when I see her.
But she's going to help me,
Just like she always did in my hour of need.
She helped me draw pictures
In a sick sort of way.
And though I feel alone,
I know I'm not the only one in pain.
And she's there, talking to everyone.
Helping us all get through our lives.
And she's gonna be there
For the rest of my life.
And she's gonna cry at my funeral,
And she's gonna smile when I graduate.
And she's always gonna be there.
Helping me in her horrid way.
The things she said to me,
So cold, so sweet.
They stopped me from so many things.
She was always there,
From the very start.
And I'd like to say I love you so much-
But honestly, I hate you with all my heart.

well, nevertheless, thanks.