My fingers pressed ******* the strings
Feeling the slow rhythm
I strummed it ever so loudly
'Til my nails hurt and bleed.

Each sound it makes brings a melody
That banishes the stress inside me
I pour all my anger and tears in each beat
And keep the pressure down to my feet.

This is the song of my heart
A perfect kind of art
Where I mosaic the shards of my brokenness
And color it with the shade of loneliness.

This is my newfound love
A bond only I can have
Coz behind this guitar is a story
That only I can understand truly.