Songs I'll Never Write

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I'm neither a musician nor composer but I know how to write down my thoughts and describe my feelings. Although, my work will never be perfect and might sound cringy to some. Still, I made it. I made it out of love and pain. Funny how all of us become poets when our hearts get hurt. It's one thing that fascinates me about us, humans. 

We're like a soft ball with emotions and logic stuffed inside. All rolled into one. On a heartbreaking moment in our lives, we tend to shut down and ignore our logical selves. We succumb to pain and drown into our sadness. Wishing to stop the invisible pain we feel inside. 

We immortalize our pain with our words. 

Pain is addicting. It's like a shot of dopamine that would make me write more. And you, without a doubt, caused me pain. You gave it to me without remorse and I gladly took it. I drank from the cup you handed me. Thinking it would save us. Thinking it would make you love me more. I was wrong. It was poison. I spat blood and bled. I cried for help but I can't find you. You left me.

It's ironic how we want help from the exact person who hurt us. Knowing that I will never heal even if you come back. 

And you did. 

You came back. 

And made me want to drown myself. Knowing one day, you'll leave me again. 

E. 




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