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Music is my color

The only thing that isn't gray to me

By Emilia the BatPublished 5 years ago 1 min read
Music is my color
Photo by reza shayestehpour on Unsplash

Wishin' I was alright

Wish I’d learn a lesson,

Always knew my friends were right

‘bout what they’ve been stressin’

.

Sick of the shadows that constantly are following me

Sick of the anxiety that won’t stop drowin’ me

.

Make it an extra day, should be proud of me.

.

Say,

Keep the curtains drawn closed, the darkness be hiding me

The curtains stay closed, so they don’t crush the light in me

Promise I’m not alright, wish they’d just let me be

Seeing nothin’ but gray, showin' the worst side of me

Sleepless for days, now I’m dreaming wakefully.

.

Wait...

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Wardrobe so dark, black cloud seem so blinding see

Walking in crowds, but feeling alone

Empty without you at the side of me

Leave a message, I can't promise I'll pick up the phone

Anxiety racing, not even me at home

.

Spending my nights blasting headphones to keep those words at bay

Keep wishin’ for rain, hoping it’ll wash the fear away

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In reality, music is my color, the only light that be guiding me,

Take that away, and my death date will be finding me.

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About the Creator

Emilia the Bat

An aspiring writer and artist looking for an escape from her day job.

https://twitter.com/Emilia_the_Bat

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