Driving in the car with my family for long periods of time is scary
I can't hide
I can't cry
I just sit there
Silent
No matter how rude or offensive they are being
My only escape is music
My headphones are my walls
They are my room
I look out the window and let the music fill my ears
I make it loud enough to pour into my soul
I let it become the only thing I know
I close my eyes and the music takes over
My new room is sad, violent, and perfect
The only thing my headphones can't save me from is my own thoughts
They can't overpower the screaming that comes from within
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Blood Stains
Poetry*trigger warning* I'm lost•I'm broken•I'm hurt•I'm sorry ~the ones marked "x" are about my struggle with food and eating~
