Posted by Anonymous on 2012/06/22 under Uncategorized I want to run away. Not forever though. Just for a few hours. Maybe a day or two. I feel as if I’m by myself. I actually feel many things. I feel cold. I feel unwanted. I feel sad. I feel angry. I feel ugly. I feel fat. I feel depression taking over my body bit by bit. I feel like crying to myself in a corner. I feel as if I don’t belong in this world. I feel as though if I die, no one will care and I will leave this world without being remembered… and instead I will be forgotten. To tell you the truth… there are very few things in my life that make me content and that keep me from taking my own life or the lives of others around me. Music is the largest contributor to my happiness by far. I love to sing. I do it every day. Depending on my mood, there is always a song that I am able to sing to keep me together. I have never told anyone this but my lifelong dream was to be a singer. To inspire people with my songs. To make them feel something and to make them connect with the songs that I create. To make them feel what I feel when I listen to music. Unfortunately, that dream was discovered too late. So now I just sing to and for myself. Even though I yearn for people to listen to me sing. Listen. All I want is to be heard. Thanks for listening
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I feel your pain m’dear. i’m sorry that you’re going through this too. Just remember that there is other people out there.
love you. x
It’s never too late. You don’t have to be famous to be heard. Take a risk, do something out of the ordinary. Audition. For bands that need singers. For plays. For anything. If you know you have the talent nothing else matters.
Take a risk! You really want to sing? Then do it! Time is nothing, but a trick of the mind. No matter how much time passes you can sing to your hearts content. That depression…don’t let it control you. I’ve been through the worst part of depression, and when I think back it almost makes me feel sorry for myself, but instead I’m proud. I was able to overcome it, so please…fight as hard as you can, and one day I’ll get to hear your voice.