When everything else in my life seems wrong,
I live for band members, and all the best songs,
I live for the vocals, drums, guitars, and bass,
I try to live for myself, but that's never the case,
I live for the lyrics that get me more than I ever will,
They help calm my overwhelming urge to kill,
I could be seconds away from breaking,
But the right song can stop me from taking,
When I'm at my worst, and I feel less then nothing,
Their music helps remind me that I'm something,
I can't, and won't ever say thank you enough,
I can only imagine how their job is tough,
And I really don't want add to the pressure,
But no distance will ever be able to measure,
To what I owe them, my whole life, everything,
Just for writing the songs I spend all night singing,
It's weird to wanna thank someone just for being,
But listening to their music, is like for the first time, seeing,
So when I put down my blades, when I dry my eyes,
I'm thanking the ones who heard all my cries,
So now you know why I live for these bands,
Why I live for the ones who make me feel like I can.
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The Mind of a Teenage Outcast
Poetry//My second poetry book// Poetry about Depression/Self harm/Anxiety/Suicide and generally sensitive topics Possibly triggering Please read my first poetry book Brøken/Depressed Pøems Thanks *my own poems* Rankings - #221 in poem ...
