Broken heartstrings led my fingers to type the fragile remains of my emotion. Outnumbered day after wretched day and indoctrinated with the thought of my inferiority. The uphills are mountains and the downhills were cliffs. If I break and no one chooses to hear do I make a sound? Or am I just background noise for the world to continue on without me. This is my sound. This is me giving those people no choice but to hear. Just maybe it could be your sound too.All Rights Reserved