Music is my color
The only thing that isn't gray to me
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...
.
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
.
In reality, music is my color, the only light that be guiding me,
Take that away, and my death date will be finding me.
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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