It calms me when I’m restless with stress.
It gives me peace amidst all the chaos of the world.
It soothes me during times of suffering.
It becomes my silent savior — especially when I feel lonely, even in a crowd.

The deep, meaningful lyrics...
The mood-lifting tunes...
A singer’s soulful voice...
The vibe...
The magic created by instruments blending in harmony…

Everything about it speaks to my soul.
Yes, for me — music is not just sound, it’s an emotion.

I write about everything but I don’t even know what I wrote.
I sleep too much that I don’t even know what is reality.
I put too much sugar that I don’t even know if it’s still a coffee.
I put too much love that I don’t even know if it’s real or just an ecstasy.

I smile at everything — I don’t even know what I like.
I notice everything that I don’t even know where I’m at.
I have so much to show that I don’t even know what to display.
I have so much in my mind that I’m afraid I have nothing to say.

I don’t want to stand, but I don’t want to sit.
It’s like life’s lost its meaning, my flames been unlit.
I’m boring now, and I never know what to do.
I want to be active, but I won’t even move.
I try to think, but hate my thoughts.
There’s so much I must do, but im too tired to even talk.
I want to get up, but won’t.
It’s like my battery is all run out,
and now I’m left with a broken soul.
I always feel so…
Empty.
Useless.
Bored.
I no longer have purpose, I’m just so done.
I guess life’s chewed me up and spit me out.
That’s just what happens.
But now what do I do?
Because I really don’t want to sit here any longer,
and I’m just not in mood to stand to.

Every tear
is a precious treasure,
each drop carrying
a moment of pain
life hands over.

It’s no surprise
that kindness feels so sweet
when you’ve been starving ,
even crumbs are a treat.

It’s easy to miss,
but the truth is this:
a little kindness
can feel like bliss

And as soon as the door closes
I collapse on the floor
Gasping for air
What is wrong with me?