I believe in music.*
I believe that
when words fail,
music speaks.
It lives as a part of us,
giving an internal fight.
A fight to live, to be remembered
as something more
than just another drop in the sea.

Our world spins around
as a symphony,
a thousand different songs
coming together in a harmony.
Every incoherent thought
becomes a lyric.
Every tear shed
strums a chord.
Every individual
a beat.
Every voice
a song.

Nobody knows of
the countless nights I've spent
in a dull little room.
Awake in bed at night,
listening to the steady beeping
of my sick little heart.
I'm afraid to think
that it might stop too soon.

Unable to breathe,
too sick to move,
too sick to love,
too sick to live.

Then come the questions.
Everyone demanding answers,
knowledge I don't even have.
Are you okay?
I lie, only because
I don't want sympathy.
I want to be saved.

Save me
from this war,
from this hell,
from this so called life.

Go on and act like you
control me.
know me.
define me.

All you do is see your own **** version
of who you think I am.
See, you really do paint a beautiful picture.
You should be an artist, an inventor.
Creating the perfect ideal.
Living the lie of dreams becoming real.

But who is that girl?
The girl who smiles?
The girl who has no scars?
The girl who is free?

It's most certainly not me.
But this time, it's my story to write.
Let me figure out the plot.
I know more than you, give me the pen.
It's my life, even if I can't predict the end.

He picks up her broken body
And whisks her away.
Away to a world where her pain is gone.
Where she can dance all night long.

He only carries her until
she can regain strength.
He knows he has to let her go.
For this is her battle to fight.
But tonight, he is her guide.

They can forget their troubles
Together.
When the time comes
For the moon to go down,

She'd rather stay
In this world of pretend.
All she wants is just one night.
Even if she is living a lie,
She wants to be here forever.
With him.
With this world.
This world can relieve the pressure.

What I have hidden
from you for so long.
Today could be the day.
I finally open up to you,
and show you the scars.

Shocking,
To you it seems so wrong.
A pretty smile.
A few pretty bracelets.
Is all needed to hide the ugly truth.

You say you'll always be there for me.
To love me, hold me when I cry.
But where were you?
You practically watched me bleed.

She was young,
and she was naive.
She was caring,
but she was impulsive and foolish.
Her whole life,
she wanted nothing more than to prove herself.
to make something of herself.
to change the world.
to save the world.
Because she promised herself
*that she was different.

you've never known
the hell I've lived.
there is pain
beyond your wildest dreams
or perhaps it is a nightmare to you
but for me,
just one more day alive
means everything
and even though i am
screaming
crying
and dying,
at least i am still fighting.
so before you think
that i am weak
think of the pain
you simply cannot fathom