Sing to My Soul

Music makes my world go round.
Like my drug... It takes me to a far away land.
I can escape... Something I've longed to do.

Nevermind the type.
Blues...
Hip-hop...
Country...
Rap...
Oldies...
Metal...
Rock...
All of it. What can I say, I'm eclectic.

I lie on my bed, facing the ceiling.
My iPod on a continuous loop... all the songs I've programmed to fit my needs.

Everybody's Fool...
Hearts Burst Into Fire...
Do It Now, Remember It Later...
Hemorrhage...
Free Bird...
Over You...
Reckless...
Unbroken...
Heart Shaped Glasses...

All of it.

It helps me forget the reality of my everyday troubles.
It takes me to this magical place, where all that exists is me... and the melody of the music.

It keeps me from cutting...
And getting drunk...
And overdosing...

It stops my suicidal train of thought.

It's magical, and heroic.
It's burned into my brain for when I need the beat, but don't have it.
It engulfs me, and I end up swaying to the harmony.
Somehow, the music flows through me, and It pulls out all my passion, letting me completely go numb.

I honestly could never live without it.
It's the only other piece of sanity I have in my body.
I don't know how I came to rely on music so much... but it sings a song to my soul... when my heart forgets the words.