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
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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