one shower a night
two naps per week
three skipped meals a month
four plans canceled  
five days of hell
six hours till they sleep
seven sleepless nights
endless days of suffering

constant pretending
no letting my guard down
waiting for the blanket of night
to suffocate me and my grief

these are my deadlines
till im the one dead

A word, or a phrase
A song, or a tune
It’s an expression of the heart
Always ending too soon
Filling my head, as my world falls apart
While my hands move across the keys
And my pic strums against the strings
My bow playing from my soul
Giving me beautifully torn wings
My musical escape
From the world in which we roam
So I lose myself in music
As it slowly takes me home