Taylor Swift Imagines

33|She's More Than A Musician To Me

I've met so many people who felt like this. About two year ago, I understood why people had hurt themselves. But I never did because of Taylor and her music. It keeps me happy and she makes me happy. If you feel like you are worthless or you are not good enough, trust me, you are. You are better than you think you are. If you need anyone to talk to, I'm here.

Imagine feeling depressed and having Taylor help you.

People always loved to judge. It was their speciality. They felt like everything had to have their opinions splattered on it. They loved to tell how it was to them. But not all people were like that. Not all the time. Your friends online were always there for you every time you feel like you were going back to that hole you had dug for yourself. They cheered you up and made you better. Slowly, that creeping sadness had faded. They told you that you will be okay. And you were.

Usually in these days, you went onto Twitter and searched for Taylor Swift photos. It had always kept you in the bridge of breaking. When you started to stroll down the photos, your eyes had caught the attention of a photo. It was her. There were a few words written on the photo, "I met Taylor the other day. When I came in to hug her, my sleeve fell into my elbows showing off my wrists. It has been a long time since those wounds were cut but either way. She had pulled me into a warm hug. I could smell her perfume. She whispered into my ear saying that she was here for me. She didn't let go until I did. I realised that she was being serious when she said that she won't let go. She believed that hug could save someone. She was right about that. Just remember whenever you feel like cutting that you should remember me saying that you are beautiful. I will always love you. Please don't. Okay?" 

You stopped looking once you saw that tears were falling from your eyes. You wiped them out, looked into your music, and played clean. Even before you listened to this song, you knew it would be your favourite. When you actually did listen to it for the first time, you cried. It is now your favourite song.

Like what she said, being in a hundred rainstorms make you clean.

You believed that it was hard to live in a world where you carry most of the weight. In a way or another, music carried your burden for a while. Sometimes it was heavy for you to carry but that was fine. It gets lesser and lesser as it heals. You thanked Taylor for helping and thanked your friends for helping too. You learned now that time truly heals. You learned that music has healed you and could heal you in ten minutes. It was a beautiful thing. That was why Taylor was more than a musician to you. She loved you like a friend. In a way, she has helped you more than you can tell her.