Musical Therapy

I'm tired of games being played.
Where many graves may be laid.
Tired of having my mind torn to pieces and my heart torn in two.
There's constant pain every time I think of you.

So I sit in this rain.
While everything else remains.
Floating through my head this constant pain.
Causing me to slowly but surely go insane.
It's like a fucking civil war inside of my head.
Just like Gettysburg everyone is dead.
What's right or wrong.
It's just like a musical prong, trying to hit that right note for that perfect song.
Nearly impossible.
But I'm unstoppable.
Cause there's nothing in life that will keep me alive except music.
And I'm sure as hell gonna abuse it.
My therapy is putting my thoughts in a rhyme.
So that I can take my time.
To slow down my racing thoughts.
And show all who care how much I've constantly fought.
To be where I am today. And well hey.
I think I'm alright, got the creative mind.
Even if I get in these binds.
Where I am constantly blind.
I'll still pull through, with a little musical note or two.

Drunk Angry Freestyle* lol