The need to feel something is strong, yet I don't have my music. My Thoughts being consuming me, drowning me while I breathe in air. This is one of the many reasons why music helps me so.
It pushes (almost) everything negative away and helps me feel alive. So as I lay here staring at the ceiling I can't help but think, what am I without it?
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Poems and Rants Of A Killjoy
PoetryAll of my thoughts written down in here... This is a place for those who need a safe haven of sorts. Made by one of your own. I hope you can learn from my mistakes. "Come one, come all to this tragic affair..." -Dead! By My Chemical Romance [ON-GOIN...
