I don't know what mental state I'd be in without music...

It has this uncanny ability to erase all the crap that goes on each day,
and sometimes, if I listen carefully,
I can hear it speak.

It tells me to smile.
And laugh.
And put on a happy face each day,
no matter how I feel.

It tells me to take chances,
And stay positive,
And even if I'm sad,
to make others laugh,
as not to pass it on.

It tells me to be stone.
To stay strong despite the blows.
To always wait
for the sunshine
and the rain.
For it will always come.

I don't know what mental state I'd be in without music...
It is my backbone
And my soul.
It's the voice in my head that tells me to keep going.
And the voice that reminds me when to stop.

It's the only thing that never fails me.
And the only thing that never leaves.
Sometimes, I can even sleep at night.

There will always be the chatter and rush of day.
There will always be the ups.
And the downs.
And the things that keep you lying awake.

But sometimes I can even sleep at night,
Because I know that there will always be something to wake up to.

The days go by with a swirling, hazy lack in Circadian Rhythm. It's at night when I'm most awake, my head pounding with thoughts of day.

People come and go, entering my consciousness, only to leave as quickly as they came. These little pores, the tiny holes left by something lost, are quickly filled by new knowledge, new acquaintances, new experiences.

The pit never re-forms, the cavern has crumbled, filling in the empty spaces.

There's a peaceful aspect to life, the part leaving me with the ability to laugh, to keep going, despite my past. The thing that reminds me every day of who I am.

Once, I lost myself; an identity never reclaimed. I fear I'm not who I used to be, but I am someone. I am a person I'm proud of.

I'm proud to say my name. I'm proud to look people in the eye. I am many things. But I am not ashamed of who I am.

I am intelligent. I am brave. I am kind.

These may not always be clear. They are not always noticeable, and there are times when I doubt them, but there's a voice in my head that reminds me not to judge myself for my past.

I can't look back. I never will again. I do not regret that part of my life, for it has shaped me, made me stronger.

I love my life, I love myself, and I love the world that I hope to one day change.

It always seems that the people who call you names...
The people who look at you and say:
Weird
Odd
Crazy
Disgusting
Loud
Annoying
Worthless

It always seems that the people who whisper...
The people who murmur
Hiss
Mutter
Lie
Gossip

It always seems the people who say you're not normal, not worth anything

Are the ones who aren't.

They say you're 'inhuman', but if so, are they?

The Moon is my sister,
The Stars are my friends,
The Sun is my ally,
To serve and depend,
I'll shine through the shadows,
And burn through the night,
I'll vanquish the Evil,
And stand with the Light

Remember that the sun is still there when it rains.
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Rain is dripping

Down...

Down...

Down...

Rolling to the frosty ground.

Rain is dripping, freezing there,

Falling through the frigid air.

Rain is plopping on my nose.

Plinking, plonking, down it goes.

Freezing to my window pane.

Little moments in the rain...

Mist clusters on top
Of the towering mountain
The lake sits below