Sharing my poem with a sketch i made (user: TylerAsh888 if you want to dono)
it seems like no one's here right now
but I'll try to play my song
and even if some people hear it.....
i know they won't respond
cause what I play don't matter
they won't cheer me on
"Just play on, play on"
my music sheet's soo empty.
Was this the problem all along?
I say am pressing keys with purpose
But to be honest im just makin up the song
That's why its not so perfect, that's why it don't belong
"Should I Play on?, Play on"
but I want a chance
don't want no doubt
im afraid if I stop my words will dry out
I'll play till I bleed through the pages
until I can change, until I belong
So I'll play on, play on
Why should you even listen to me?
Why would you even care at all?
I can't stand to see me playing i don't even like my song
it's breaking me to pieces
and ripping out my lungs
So go head and forget about me
I'm the one at fault
"I'll stay and try to play on"
im trying someone else's melody
someone else's thoughts
these notes are complicated
but I've never felt so strong
a breath
a break from all my writing
¡wait i can fake where I belong!
"yes I'll play, play on"