I just wanted to post a song I wrote years ago during my struggle with anxiety/panic attacks. It got so bad that I had to have someone by my side while I was falling asleep, because I was afraid my heart was going to stop. Even that fear alone would cause my heart to race and my hands to go numb, giving me a full on panic attack. It sounds so ridiculous nowā¦but thatās what anxiety can be. It can be irrational or ridiculous or realistic. I want to tell everyone who is struggling with anxiety/panic attacks to be strong, hold on to the things and people you love. Keep holding on to hope and I wish you all the very best.Ā
Sometimes I actually record some of the songs I write
sometimes
I actually write happy songs
This is by far my favorite happy song Iāve written or played. Itās lovely.
Please, friends, give it a listen???
Edit: made myself some actual goddamn cover art wooh
Canāt wait to have pink hair again soonsoonsoon
What am I to do when the only thing you want to do,
Is breath, it in
BREATH IT IN!!
And as the sun goes down the ghosts go,
Back to hideā¦
And through the day the people talk,
About the quiet night.
But what they donāt know is the souls,
Listen toā¦ every word,
And through the night a collective, laughter,
Can. Be. Heardā¦.
Ā (Whoops, i giggle a bit at the endā¦)
sooo..lots of hidden meanings, and symbolism. The derelict, ghosts ( all represent something) The dead, DOES NOT mean brain eating zombies ( hope you could figure that one out..)and so on and so onā¦
Enjoy ;)Ā Ā Ā Ā (sorry for the crap quality, itās cause i sing REALLY loud)
I havenāt written any songs in quite some time. The last time I wrote (probably around September) I wrote a song for someone who, at the time, who was very important to me. When we went our separate ways I promised myself to not write a single song about that person as a way of venting or processing things. I didnāt want to waste my breath or words on someone that I intend on never speaking with again.
But, in doing that, every attempt to write would end up in me overcompensating and trying to come up with overly happy songs and songs to assure folks that my heart had not been bruised. And while I would love to knock out joyful songs all the time, what I was writing was not genuine, so they were put aside.
Yes, Iām at peace with things, God has honestly been more at work in my heart in the last 2 months than ever before, and Iāve had amazing opportunities to serve and connect with people in this new year. But there isnāt harm in recognizing hurt and being transparent. My hope is to write music that highlights emotion, but not in such a way that there is not a sense of hope. There is always hope.Ā
A C.S. Lewis quote that I keep on going back to lately says,Ā
"There are far, far better things ahead than any we leave behind."
I believe that this absolutely applies to where I am at right now.Ā There is hope. With that, I hope to be getting some new music together soon.Ā
I trust that you are have the most lovely of Sundays.Ā
With much love,Ā
Kara
THE END
Iām not,
as fragile, as you think.
Iāve made,
enough holes to make you sink,
The waterās
Not safe for us to drink.
But, Iāll push you in and wait for you to swim again.
Ā
Conceited,
Well youāve got such a pretty mouth.
Iām breathing in,
The same air, that you breath out,
You fell so deep,
That if you wanted to get out,
Iād take your hand, andĀ push you in again.
In the dark it boils over,
You will never tell the truth.
The stains made on my leather jacket,
Come from blood stains on your suit.
Donāt tell me that itās not youāre fault
Cause Iām not really in the mood for this!
When did you become so jaded?!
You stepped just a little too close this time!
Itās cause youāre inebriated,
Well honey youāre the one who drew the line.
The paints just a little bit faded.
I guess we could draw it one last time.
In the dark it boils over,
You will never tell the truth.
The stains made on my leather jacket,
Come from blood stains on your suit.
Donāt tell me that itās not youāre fault
Cause Iām not really in the mood for this!
Conceited,
Well youāve got such a pretty mouth.
Iām breathing in,
The same air, that you breath out,
You fell so deep,
That if you wanted to get out,
Iād take your hand and push you in againā¦well honey,
I guess that this is the end
Well hey there Montparnasse, and Claqusous lovers in the tumblr world! I have made your muses/fave characters a song! hope you enjoy it huns.
-you guys may interpret it however youād like. I made it for the two characters above, but if you can feel some other characters in there āhells yeah!ā if you like this and would like a song for your favorite character, just ask, i LOVE doing this!!!
So, I decided to put up that original song because some of you wanted to hear it. Itās not amazing or complicated and iām sorry itās really really miserable.
I refuse to share this on facebook to people I know because Iāll look like such a loser.