riddle

I won't hide behind an elaborate metaphor but I won't give it to you straight I won't swallow my emotions but I won't wave them up in your face I don't have a hollow to fill because the hollow is filling me I'm not trapped inside of anything but my mind won't let me free I'm not a firework with it's beautiful death I'm not dead at all I've never even held my breath let alone answer death's call why would I be one or the other when we are all one and the same why must we know eachother if eachother is what we have to blame?