My Voice is My Music

My voice is my music

My thoughts come through 

Every lyric

I spreak whats true

 

My voice is my guitar

My heart is in every chord

They take me so far

I don't play simply because I'm bored

 

My voice is my melody

My feeling are in every note

With them I feel free

That way people can have a way to cope

 

My voice is my freedom

My passion is like a bird

Who knows where it's from 

And has a song that will be heard

 

My voice isn't an autotune

My passion isn't in a computer

People will understand soon

There's more to life than an afternooner 

Comments

savigirl14

Wow this poem is beautiful. And to answer your previous question, im not gonna lie. Coping was like a living hell because I felt the need to cut constantly and all the time. But someone told my mom which I think needed to be done. I am now fifteen days clean from cutting or self-harm in general. Now my advice to you is just write. Write until your hand breaks (figuratively, not literally) and use that as your way to relieve stress. Please don't hurt yourself it doesn't help anything. Feel free to comment anytime and if we have to we can have a convo in the comments section haha. Be strong and don't give up <3

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