Music

Not much of a poem but couldn't really think of another category it would fit. Just a thought that crossed my mind on Christmas night, which I thought I should share if only for having done so.

Why I'm always listening to music? 

It drowns out my thoughts. The good, the bad

those hurtful and those that soothe.

If I don't hear them they can't hurt me. Right?...

The problem is

when I do want to feel, drown in them for awhile.

I can't reach and their essence escapes me.

All that is left is me sitting in an empty room feeling sorry for myself.

Throwing up wall between me and everyone I know

and end up feeling so alone, wanting to reach out, scream, cry for help

anything for a pair of arms around me or a shoulder to cry on for awhile

Or just a place to share my story

because in the end not even the music soothes me anymore