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