Stuff I write in the middle of the night

Toxic Tunes/ tipsy at 2 am

Everyday I heard those tunes.
It calmed me to hear those tunes.
That's why it made me so happy when I was able to call them mine.
I listened to them everyday.
When I went away I still was able to hear them.
My heart was happy and I was calmed every time I was able hear it.
I often was the only one hearing them.
Those tunes;
Saved me,
Pushed me forward,
Keeped me alive,
Keeped me sane.
I loved them with all of my heart.
But...
They hurt my soul...
The tunes are silent when I am not around.
Like they where pushed under water.
Those tunes made me realise...
That they wanted to only exist for me.
I was scared.
Tunes just for me?
No!
I don't want that.
It hurts.
It burns.
I gently closed my heart for those tunes.
I freed them and hoped for the best.
But...
The tunes were damaged.
Not knowing what to do,
they went on the wrong path.
To saved them I would have to forget them.
A thing I cloud hardly do.
Because...
I loved them...
And I still did...
But they hurt me...
So I did what I had to do.
I forgot them.
I hope that they will soon become a song.
So the right person could sing them.