Okay, so this actually isn't a short story. It's just an attempt I made at making a poem..eh...at least I tried.
The melody filled the air
My fingers brush the strings
I play without a care
Don't care who's listening
Don't care how I sound
Don't care about the past
All my worries drowned
All I have is my music,
My songs of imperfection
My pieces of beauty
My notes providing a wall of protection
Drying the tears
That I had shed all these years
Taking away the pain of the earth
Making me believe,
My life may have worth
Losing myself in the peaceful oblivion
Making the impossible seem possible
The logical seeming illogical
It's not just for amusement
It's not just for a game
It's me bleeding my pain into music
It's saving my life
Taking away the wounds caused by the words that cut through me like a knife
That's what music is to me
What is it too you?
YOU ARE READING
Delirious
Krótkie OpowiadaniaA collection of short stories. TRIGGER WARNING: Most, but not all, of these short stories deal with triggering themes such as depression, suicide, bullying, and/or eating disorders. Disclaimer: I in no way support suicide. If you or a friend is in...
