It's days like this when I don't understand. My hearts beating fast, my hands begin to shake. I can't stop my racing mind, It's almost too much to take.
I can feel the negativity slowly taking over, my breathing becomes heavier, Why can't I find some kind of composure? I want to be normal, what is wrong with me? please give me answers, please make me see.
As the music flows through my veins, I feel my heartbeat and the rythum of the guitar become as one. I close my eyes, and soak it all in, I play my favorite song, listening to it again and again.
Now I can finally breathe, it makes me believe. Music is my drug of choice, it drowns out all the noise, It makes me understand why I try, these broken wings will continue to fly.
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Beautiful Disaster (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem explains a little bit of what I feel on a daily basis due to suffering from P.T.S.D and Anxiety.. the struggle is real, but music always pulls me out of the darkest of places. It completes me... 🎸🎧🎵🎼
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Music is the most wonderful drug and I have been hooked on it for over 60 years. Keep listening.
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