music is the only way out.
pain is where my anger comes from.
my past is the reason why I don't like the way I am.
my thoughts are my worst enemy.
I don't want fans.
I don't want anyone to hold my hands.
I want something to make me feel alive again.
these walls feel like my only friends.
and my pain runs this poison. the type that won't let me heal.
the mirror is the one thing that makes me real. I fear those voices I hear in my ear. my dreams bring me to a place thats not here, but yet music is the only way out, the only thing that gets me out of this painful fantasy I talk about.



© Taisha.Alexianne