Twenty Two Fourteen.

It starts off slow,

Somber;

tugs at my heartstrings.

It starts to build,

Moving;

makes me feel faint.

The notes take off,

Oppressive;

the pain starts to build.

And at the end,

Strain;

everything is mute.

My face warms up,

Tears;

they've been released.

Nails pressed hard against my skin,

Marked;

with anger.

My body is tense,

Depleted;

no more energy is left.

So loneliness is here,

Sorrow;

it's my only friend.