so I wrote a poem, try not to faint.

No More Music.

I swap my sorrow for anger.

Anger is quick to fly,

easier to lose,

Leaving me exhausted.

Sorrow is a stone buried deep.

Accumulating weight year after year,

Heavy and eternal,

Leaving no room for joy.

I trade my sadness for rage.

It is easier to shout than to cry.

Rage is a passion

That comes without hope.

Sadness is a singularity

Devouring everything.

It is easier to be hopeless

Than nothing at all.