Driven by the Music

By: Syl


In the back of my mind,
a picture of a girl
with her hair all slicked back;
no more ribbons and curls.

Her innocence is gone,
all that's left in its place
is black nail polish
and liner on her face.

She's abandoned all hope.
She feels empty inside;
as her tears, mixed with hatred,
flow down her black eyes.

She's numb to her pain.
Off of misery she feeds.
She cuts "X"s on her arms
just to see if she bleeds.

She just pierced her own lip.
Got a self-made tattoo.
So-called friends call her crazy,
but what can they do?

She just doesn't care;
Since she lives without hope,
she's just two steps away
from swinging from a rope.

She comes home from her nights
of "hittin' the streets".
She picks up her guitar;
bobs her head to the beat.

She's driven by the music;
changing life's rocks to pearls.
Just her guitar in her hand;
ready to face the world.

Music's all that sustains her
just a little while longer;
Cause with it, "WHAT DON'T KILL HER,
WILL ONLY MAKE HER STRONGER!"