Sad, depressed, anger feels like i’m in thirds
you help me with your words.
You beats are what keep me from falling,
into the darkness that keeps calling.
Others say those words are things that the devil has spit out
but, to me they are my light that takes me away from the lightless path.

I can’t go one day without you
too much happens,
and
   all
      of
         it
            leaves
                      me
                                           alone…

I could be crying and you would stop the tears,
You help me with my work and reading.
you help me with the memories that keep on attacking,
and leave me bleeding.
Without you I would die
and be lost in never ending darkness.

The people who created you don’t know me
yet through you I know them
some say that all you are them is a passion,
in comparison
to me without music I would be lost, alone, afraid.
I would be
g
   o
      n
         e.