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Poetry By: Atton Brown
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Music's the only thing that makes sense sometimes. It might save your life


Submitted:Apr 20, 2011    Reads: 62    Comments: 7    Likes: 3   


Music's the only thing that makes sense any more, play it loud enough it'll keep the demons at bay

Play it over your thoughts until you begin to sway

And vibe with the song

You just kinda rock along

You become one with the verse

Your bad mood is carried away in a hearse

You can breathe and breathe deep

Even if you feel the tears seep

Down your cheek

It's not illegal to weep

Hell, sometimes the tears are the lullaby that put you to sleep

I was hoping I wouldn't cry today, hoping they wouldn't yell

Hoping I wouldn't have to bring my scars to show and tell

All I have is hope, a thought, and this tune

And I thought after all this pain, I'd just be immune.

Sometimes, late at night, you just wanna cry.

Sometimes, late at night, you just wanna die.

You'd love to curl up into a ball

And forget it all.

Fall

Into a lucid dream

Something you can finally control, something that seems

So real

The look, the feel

You know it has to be too good to be true

You psych yourself out, and in the end it's you

Who creates your own reality. Reality's a prison

Or is it a prism?

It seems so simple, but when you look at it the right way, you can see the splendor

You'll become tongue tied, and your speech… surrendered

Rendered speechless

I think if we all were to speak less

And listen

We would hear the song that we'd been missin

Hear the words that might save our lives

That would dull our knives

And empty our guns

I'm not saying run

I'm saying stand. Stand here

And actually listen to what you claim to hear…

I was hoping I wouldn't cry today, hoping they wouldn't yell

Hoping I wouldn't have to bring my scars to show and tell

All I have is hope, a thought, and this tune

And I thought after all this pain, I'd just be immune.

Close your mouth and open your ears

Breathe in the love and release your fears

You don't have to be afraid anymore

This song will be your escape; it'll open up the door

Even if it's locked, even if it's bolted shut

You'll break it down, you'll be away. But

You won't be free, I can see it in you.

They spoon fed you the depression that's on your menu

But that's not all there is, there's more than a sole

Note to this song. Open your ears, hear the whole

Beautiful piece, it's a symphony

Of sympathy, empathy

Because I know you

I was you

I am you.

I wanted to cry

I wanted to die

But here I stand. You

Have to see that the words you read, the songs you hear

Were written for you, sung as if you were near

So you're not alone, you have nothing to fear.

I was hoping I wouldn't cry today, hoping they wouldn't yell

Hoping I wouldn't have to bring my scars to show and tell

All I have is hope, a thought, and this tune

And I thought after all this pain, I'd just be immune.

But I'm not and don't think I ever will be

I'm so sick of wishing someone would just kill me

I wanna drift away in some silly song

I wanna be free; I'm tired of being wrong...





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