I don't know why I'm not fine, I mean I should be fine. My life is pretty grand, I have a roof above my head, a bed to sleep in every night, I never worry about having enough food nor water, I get whatever I want, I'm a spoiled brat, yet I'm not fine. I have this sadness in me, I can feel that it's beyond deep yet I can't cry. I have these thoughts wishing to end it all, yet I can't. I have all these desires and wishes, yet I never work towards them. Why am I like this? I'm not sure. How come when I'm depressed I don't try to get rid of it, it's almost as if I want it. Why is this? This I do not know either. My head is filled with ideas yet I never go beyond the thought. Maybe I'm hopeless, maybe I'm a lost cause, but I have a savior. It may not fix me, but it does distract me, I have given my life to music for several reasons. The biggest being that music is my only full escape from everything. I've never had such passionate emotions towards anything as I do with music. Music for me is like a gift from above, it saves me, it gives me reason. This is my thank you, to music.
