Another one of those nights..
Surrounded by darkness in an attempt to hide from reality.
Blasted music to cover painful memories.
Just another night where music saves my life.
While the pain is no longer caused physically
There's nothing to stop my thoughts from taking control.
I'm dying inside, drowning in open water;
The music's the only thing keeping me afloat.
So as I lay here in the dark
With the volume increasing slowly,
Don't assume I don't care.
If I didn't, I wouldn't still be fighting the current.
Some act like just because you recover from self mutilation, that you're okay again. But really you just have to find a new way to deal with the same emotions. The same pain, the same rage. Less methods of escape.
To anyone who music has helped get through things, sometimes saving your life.