I don't know

[Renio2490]

Your ears are bleeding, 
that's fine.
Drown them out with the sounds of excitement,
drown them out with the sounds of calm.
Whatever sound it is,
it shall block them out.
Gotta be alone,
gotta be gone.
Nowhere near them,
even though they can help.
Some say it's okay to be sad,
but what about now?
You can't afford to be sad,
so you drown those "some" out.
They don't understand,
they're idiots.
They don't know just exactly how it feels,
so they try to come up with things.
Some say I could be the best,
and no one would be helping.
But that's not true,
you're not helping,
if anything,
you're making it worse.
Now you see,
now you open your eyes,
now you open your book,
take your pencil,
draw.
Do the one thing you were born to do,
draw.
You were made for this one task,
and this one task will help.
Drown them out with the sounds,
and do the task.
The task of calming,
calming the soul.
Listen to the tunes,
there's really nothing behind it.
Wish it was day,
and you had time.
Time flies,
time flies when your happy.
Sit down,
at it's like you were never doing anything all along.
The clock stopped.
A glance at the clock won't help your problem anymore,
you just listen.

Drown them out and do the one task you were born to do.
There's nothing more to that,
then a couple more sentences.
But what's the harm in writing more?
Probably much harm.
It's no big deal to just delete it,
get rid of it.

Nothing's wrong here,
it just seems...
so...
sad?
No, sad is a word to describe sad.
I'm not sad,
we're never sad.

Somebody comes,
oh joy!
Guess what,
they're leaving.
All is fine with me,
it's just "someone".
Eh.
You got some sort of joy from this...

or did you, get sick?
Catch the cold,
catch the sickness.
Fall asleep, perhaps?
Too much?
Catch the flu,
catch the fever.

Maybe there's nothing to worry about,
except,
there's tons.
Why is this here?
There's still music...
still a pencil and a sketchbook on the floor...
At the same time,
it feels right but wrong.

Sun, moon.
Day, night.
Finished, failed.
What's there to tell?
Telling stories that are funny?
Telling stories that are sad?
Happy?
Mad?
Dead?
Alive?
Hard to believe there's still someone here,
listening to me.

Should it end?
Should I start again?
I'll just...
wait and see.

[Spacestar TheThundersuncat]

Don't you dare drown on us. And be sad sometimes, just feel it without doing anything, and it dulls again

[Renio2490]

Just now, recalibrating spacecat.exe said:

Don't you dare drown on us. And be sad sometimes, just feel it without doing anything, and it dulls again

too bad
I'll drown with this