MUSIC FOR SALE

She waits for the silence to feel like a scream
When her chest starts to tighten and she can’t even breathe
The world blurs in panic, too loud to explain
So she reaches for steel like it whispers her name

She doesn’t flinch — she never does
The sting is the only thing that still feels like love
One line, then two, then maybe three more
’Til the chaos inside doesn’t hurt anymore

And it drips in a rhythm she’s learned by heart
Each drop a quiet form of art
She lays down paper to capture the fall
She’s not falling apart — she’s feeling nothing at all

She says it’s the calm she can’t find in the light
Like her nerves exhale when the red runs right
There’s no fear, no fight, no noise in her head
Just the soft quiet drip she’s come to expect

She traces old wounds like they’re pages she’s read
Every scar a story she hasn’t said
And for a moment — just a moment — she’s free
No past, no panic… just peace on her sleeve

She watches it bloom like a flower in flame
A private rebellion, no need to explain
No one can see where her solace begins
It’s not pain to her — it’s what quiet is
The sting in the shower is part of the prayer
Washing it raw just to prove she’s still there
She presses the bruise just to feel it stay
’Cause healing too fast takes the calm away


And it fades in a way that makes her ache
She wishes the stillness would finally stay
No panic, no dread, no weight in her chest
Just silence that doesn’t feel like a threat


She swears she’s not chasing some tragic cliché
She just wants the noise in her head to obey
She’s tried all the soft ways, the breathing, the pills
But nothing runs quiet like red when it spills
She’s not proud, she’s not lost, she’s not trying to die
She’s just tired of panic dressed up as her life
If peace ever finds her some gentler way in
She’ll fold up the paper and let the blade dim


She says it’s the calm she can’t find in the light
Like her nerves exhale when the red runs right
There’s no fear, no fight, no noise in her head
Just the soft quiet drip she’s come to expect
She traces old wounds like they’re pages she’s read
Every scar a story she hasn’t said
And for a moment — just a moment — she’s free
No past, no panic… just peace on her sleeve

She pulls down her sleeves, says the weather turned cold
Practiced her smile, keeps her voice soft and bold
No one can know what the silence conceals
Just a girl with a laugh and some wounds that won’t heal

And though it fades, she remembers it still—
That moment of nothing… when everything’s still