I let my fingers flow along the surface of the instrument. Sound erupted from my finger tips as I pressed harder and harder with every key. My melody was like me. Soft and rushed and quiet and loud. The emotions seemed to pour right out of me as I played. 720Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoU6fVaBnKu
This, in a way, was my price for what I had done. I could shut out the sorrow and the pain in my head. But, when I played any song the melody of my soul leaked through the crevasses of the keys. It was my song. It was the pain of me. 720Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7T1VVpwKLx
I've always been a sadist. I just never realized I was sadistic even to myself. I guess in a way I've always like the pain. If I was in pain then I'd always have an excuse for what I've done to myself and others. I'd have an excuse to take the life of another person. 720Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUmedWUqwA9
I haven't always been a monster. For a long while I was normal, I was happy. But then the day came where that happiness had to end and the child-like innocence I had needed to vanish. My melody began to show. I was no longer who I used to be, who I wanted to be, instead I was who I was meant to be. Even though that someone wasn't a person I liked, there was no changing the past or my inevitable future. 720Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡc2Em2qijz1
In short, I've learned not to try. Be the song you have to be. In the end, all you ever were was a melody that got lost in the reality of it all. The world can be quite ruthless, as can the keys on a piano. As can the song of your heart. 720Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡG1h9Q7Ukpo
