Music
Music is something.
That something is what helps me escape.
Escape reality.
Escape the life i was promised
The way it soothes the thoughts.
The way it numbs the pain.
When it's gone.
The pain comes back
The thoughts get louder.
The rope inches closer.
The pills jittering start yelling.
I turn the music up
louder. Louder. LOUDER
My ears bleed, but I don't care.
I just want to escape.
Escape from reality.
So my body lays motionless.
The music playing.
An empty pill bottle in my hand.
Blood drips from my ear, into the puddle.
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