Life Saver

Pitter Patter.

The rain pours down.

My music blaring.

Makes me feel like a real teenager.

The soothing rain.

The hand around my heart,

that is music.

I'm weird.

So is my music.

But music is the only thing I have.

It's mine.

Forever.

I love it.

I hate it.

It squeezes my heart.

I cry, but I can't live without it.