Art Medicine (poem-thingy thing...)

[osozaki girl]

Their sleep medicine is heavy metal
it's not mine though
I can't get to rest
my mind worries and talks
untill the arguing
puts me to sleep

I think of that horrable decision
that so called fate of mine
"Get happy or you'll die"
She said to me
Don't tell me I'm dead.
When you kno I'll survive.

Then it is morning
I put my hair in my face
wristbands on my arms
Who cares?
They do.
They stare at me with their painted faces
Why do they hate me?

I'm an artist
That's why
Raise your hands
if you're one too
raise your voice
be heard.

I turn the music on
lay on my bed
close my eyes
untill the drum fuses with my heart
and sweet lyrics pour from my mouth
This is art.
I am cured.



ah, it's not that good, and a little bit awkward at some places, but I really like the last two verses....
I just put what I feel into words.
3nodding
 

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I loved this =D It really shows how passionate you are about your music, and I especially loved your last verse, because thats the way I feel a lot of the time =) Keep up the good work!