You

Just writing.

Music, has been my escape

Ear drums vibrate with the bass

It blocks my thoughts from myself

Thinking destroys me

I over think or don't think at all

 

You, the one thing thats been stuck

Stuck in my brain, my heart

Anger stings the back of my throat

I listen to people sing of you

Yet they have no idea

One song after another

They tell me things I know

But dont want to hear

 

Me, someoen I can barey stand to look at

Mirrors are avoided

I don't want to look at something that makes you go away

Hatred fills my heart

No, not for you

Can't stand the person who pushes you away

What an idiot to do such a thing

 

Music, it blast my thoughts together

Mixing them into one

Unable to seperate them

Happy to not think

To not feel

Yet one thought remains...

 

Y. O. U.

Author's Note

My grammar will forever be horrible, sorry, trying to work on it.

Reviews

[Canicus]

I like this. I can relate. good job keep it up