My Savior

I run and I scream,

but it is all around me.

The darkness,

the loneliness,

I can never get away.

It is always the same.

Does it even matter, what I even have to say?

Over looked and always judged.

Music is my only drug.

When everything else falls silence, Music is the only defiance.

The music is louder, like a storm with thunder.

The bass hits me, then the lyrics set me free.

While their words cut deeper, Music is my healer. 

Without the harmony of their voice, 

I would have no choice.

Like many other teens, to feel no need,

to try and fit into a twisted cruel world.

Music gives me hope,

It the only right way I can cope.

No more drugs, 

or any cuts with blood.

Just the sweet melody,

always playing in my head.