Music

by BecaShae

April 29, 2014

The music is blaring

my heart is despairng

Tears roll down my face

my heart is starting to race

Sitting in a dark room

just waiting for my doom

Can't stand them poking at me

they're trying to make me happy

Its far too late

its no use the wait

While I'm in this state

music seems to be my only mate

And so I turn it up high

so it can be heard up in the sky

It is my consolation and encouragement

the nicest feeling I have ever met

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Comments (2)

macebell42May 14, 2014

<P>i agree with @savigirl14 110%</P>

savigirl14Apr 29, 2014

<P>Depression takes over someone's life. Music is my drug too and it makes me happy for awhile. Read my poems and stay strong don't give up. Someone will always love you and you don't want to lose them.</P>

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