music is damage control. there were days where i felt that i
music is damage
there were days where i felt that i wasn't worth it.
tears would stream down my cheeks; i would completely lose
i would wonder if being alive was the right choice.
mom said i was having a bad day.
but all of my days seemed to be bad.
i would blast my favorite music, whatever made me feel good about
frowns formed into smiles.
and on those days, the ones where i wasn't alright,
music made me realize that it gets better.