Music

Music

Music won't lie to you

Music won't cheat on you 

It won't let you down

It won't leave you

Music will hold you

Music will love you

Music will make you feel safe 

It will protect you

It will hold you

It will make it alright

When there is nothing

No one

Music will be there

When you are at your lowest ebb

Music will lift you 

When you have no one 

Music will be there

Music is life

Life is music

Music won't hurt you

Music won't let you down

Music won't break a promise

Music won't rip you off

Music is pure

Music is love

Love is music

When you are lost

Music will find you

When you are broken

Music will fix you

When you have nothing

Music will cost you nothing

When you feel you have nothing

Music will give you everything 

Some Days Are Hard

Some days I just want to scream. I feel it like pressure in my chest, at the back of my throat. It sits at the front of my head, scratching the inside, searching for a way out. Not just a shout, or a bad impression of Faye Wray in King Kong, but a raw, animal, uncontrolled gutteral scream. Incoherent, Uncontrollable. The problem is though, aside from the normal constraints of society kind of frowning on that sort of thing, emotion in public and all that. The thing is, I worry that if I start, I may be unable to stop. That I will just keep screaming until my throat bleeds and my vocal cords snap, and even then still be hoarsely trying, wheezing and cracking. And all the while, if the scream takes hold then I feel I'll be clawing at myself, ripping my hair out, scraping the skin from my cheeks, digging at my eyes like some fucked up tribute to that scene in Poltergeist when the guy starts picking at a spot on his face and ends up tearing his whole face off. All just trying to get the scream out from this place in my chest where it lurks. It's always there, just some days I feel it more than others. Some days are just so fucking hard.