Music, my life.

A Poem by Jane Doe

Read, ya ya?:) lol

Music

There came a time,
Where I wanted to simply rip off all scabs,
Then bathe in lemon juice mixed with alcohol acid,
But I am over that now.

There was a time,
When I wanted to hang myself,
And right before I died blow my brains out,
I'm over that stage.

There was a year or two,
When I wanted scream and scream,
All of my thoughts and all of my feelings,
Till I went deaf so I couldn't hear you criticize me,
I am soo over that.

But now I am momentarily stuck in this period,
Of a mixture of it all,
My only escape exits,
Poetry, you, and most of all music.

Something so different,
Loud or quite,
No one to tell the song it's not allowed to yell,
Or to whisper nothing to restrain it I wish I was music.

My route most taken,
Most trampled,
Most used,
Music is my life.