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pain in my soul
breaking away bits of who i am..
before I could even find that out
I put on my ear plugs…
my cheeks hurt from all the crying
my eyes red and dried up..
i’m so sick of the lies..
The music begins to play..
i walk through the halls
trying to ignore the smiles,
the laughter of my once former best friends
The volume is up; the music is blasting
the teachers pretend like everything Is fine
my parents don’t notice a thing
though it feels like my whole world is crashing down
The music fills my lungs, my soul; i’m being lifted by the notes
my grades slipping
the darkness just gets darker
i continue to tip toe down the scary tunnel
High on the beats; the emotion in the music
i’m falling off the tracks
there’s a light coming…I can see it
i blink twice…its still there
An earplug falls out my ear; it sends me descending to the ground
the light stops…I close my eyes shut
opening them I’m in a quiet hall…the same hall as before
I take out my other ear plug..
i blink hard, opening my eyes… and the hall is loud again
people rushing up to me…my old best friends, screaming my name
“hey...we’ve missed you.”
I turn the volume completely off. I can no longer hear the music…
my soul feels…different. changed.
they smile at me...play with my hair…like the old days.
am I back????
I give them my ipod, saying. “I don’t need this anymore.”
they give e and odd look…
but I smile, knowing the real truth behind the music
a way to hide from my fears…
when there was nothing to hide from anyway
The music…I can still somehow hear playing softly in the background