Playing my Pain

The music blasts inside my ears,
It plays my sorrow, plays my pain,
The words are insults destroying me,
Demolishing me, and my spirit.
Killing me with words.

I'm not alive, I don't have feelings,
I don't have dreams of love and fame,
I will not bleed if you cut me,
Neither will I cry or grit my teeth.
I don't have Talents, don't have joys.

I curl up in the corner and cry,
A chilling cold blankets me,
A steadfast hunger gnaws at me,
My hand reaches out for guidence and comfort.
And all it catches are strands of music.