Don't tell me my music will hurt my ears when your actions and words are hurting my heart.
Don't tell me that my music is bad when your actions and words are suffocating me.
Don't tell me that my music isn't tasteful when your actions and words are senseless.
Don't tell me that my music is depressing when your actions and words shove me into the dark corner of my mind.
Don't tell me that my music is scary when your actions and words have teeth sharper than knives.
Don't tell me that my music will hurt my ears when your actions and words are hurting my heart.
Don't tell me that my music will make me numb when to be numb is all I've ever wanted.
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Inside My Head At 3am
PoesíaPoems about my personal experiences with coping with anxiety and depression, living with social anxiety, encounters with eating disorders, dealing with regret, and being a teenage girl with romantic feelings. ***CONTAINS TRIGGERS***
