Music
Music is like a sweet fantasy,
letting her escape from the toxic relationships that plague her life
and the crippling anxieties that make her heart ache.
It's a breath of fresh air when her life suffocates her, finally letting her breathe.
It's her escape from an unforgiving world;
The world that threatens to tear her down
Every single day.
The world that makes her want to run and hide, where she'll never be found again.
It makes her feel loved,
It gives her confidence to start the day.
The sweet tunes are able to calm
The raging rivers of fear and rage
When nothing else can.
No matter what she does, what she says, how she acts,
the alluring melodies of her playlist will always be there to coax a smile onto her lips,
To coax her down from that bridge.
It's an unbiased, unprejudiced, accepting therapist;
a friend that asks for nothing in return.
It's a shoulder for her to cry on, a back to fall upon, a shoulder to lean on,
Her will to live.
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Twisted Truths
RandomHello! This is going to be a collection of random little writings. Some of these are old, which means they will be edgy, you've been warned.
